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1884–1933

Lovely Chance

Sara Teasdale

O lovely chance, what can I do To give my gratefulness to you? You rise between myself and me With a wise persistency;

I would have broken body and soul, But by your grace, still I am whole. Many a thing you did to save me, Many a holy gift you gave me,

Music and friends and happy love More than my dearest dreaming of; And now in this wide twilight hour With earth and heaven a dark, blue flower,

In a humble mood I bless Your wisdom — and your waywardness. You brought me even here, where I Live on a hill against the sky

And look on mountains and the sea And a thin white moon in the pepper tree.

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