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Sara Teasdale - New Love and Old
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In my heart the old love 
Struggled with the new; 
It was ghostly waking 
All night thru.

Dear things, kind things, 
That my old love said, 
Ranged themselves reproachfully 
Round my bed.

But I could not heed them, 
For I seemed to see 
The eyes of my new love 
Fixed on me.

Old love, old love, 
How can I be true? 
Shall I be faithless to myself 
Or to you?
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