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I have loved
hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the
making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;
First stars above a
snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love,
long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.
I have loved much and been
loved deeply --
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness
and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
-Sara Teasdale
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