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1884–1933

DREAMS

Sara Teasdale

I GAVE my life to another lover, I gave my love, and all, and all — But over a dream the past will hover, Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver But on my breast a kiss is hot, And by my bed the ghostly giver Is waiting tho’ I see him not.

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