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1884–1933

Song

Sara Teasdale

When Love comes singing to his heart That would not wake for me, I think that I shall know his joy By my own ecstasy.

And tho’ the sea were all between, The time their hands shall meet, My heart will know his happiness, So wildly it will beat.

And when he bends above her mouth, Rejoicing for his sake, My soul will sing a little song, But oh, my heart will break.

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