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Sara Teasdale - To Dick, On His Sixth Birthday
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Tho` I am very old and wise, 
And you are neither wise nor old, 
When I look far into your eyes, 
I know things I was never told: 
I know how flame must strain and fret 
Prisoned in a mortal net; 
How joy with over-eager wings, 
Bruises the small heart where he sings; 
How too much life, like too much gold, 
Is sometimes very hard to hold. . . . 
All that is talking—I know 
This much is true, six years ago 
An angel living near the moon 
Walked thru the sky and sang a tune 
Plucking stars to make his crown— 
And suddenly two stars fell down, 
Two falling arrows made of light. 
Six years ago this very night 
I saw them fall and wondered why 
The angel dropped them from the sky— 
But when I saw your eyes I knew 
The angel sent the stars to you.
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