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1884–1933

June Night

Sara Teasdale

Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night, How can I sleep while all around Floats rainy fragrance and the far Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?

Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you,— oh what have I That I can give you in return — Except my body after I die?

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June Night · Sara Teasdale · Poetry Cove