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1884–1933

III. Lessons

Sara Teasdale

Unless I learn to ask no help From any other soul but mine, To seek no strength in waving reeds Nor shade beneath a straggling pine;

Unless I learn to look at Grief Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes, And take from Pleasure fearlessly Whatever gifts will make me wise —

Unless I learn these things on earth, Why was I ever given birth?

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