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Sara Teasdale - Love And Death
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Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, 
And shall my soul that lies within your hand 
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand 
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep 
When winds along the darkened desert sweep? 
Or would it still remember, tho` it spanned 
A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned 
The vacant ether with their voices deep? 
Soul of my soul, no word shall be forgot, 
Nor yet alone, beloved, shall we see 
The desolation of extinguished suns, 
Nor fear the void wherethro` our planet runs, 
For still together shall we go and not 
Fare forth alone to front eternity.
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