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1884–1933

DOORYARD ROSES

Sara Teasdale

I HAVE come the selfsame path To the selfsame door, Years have left the roses there Burning as before.

While I watch them in the wind Quick the hot tears start — Strange so frail a flame outlasts Fire in the heart.

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DOORYARD ROSES · Sara Teasdale · Poetry Cove