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Sara Teasdale - In A Restaurant
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The darkened street was muffled with the snow, 
The falling flakes had made your shoulders white, 
And when we found a shelter from the night 
Its glamor fell upon us like a blow. 
The clash of dishes and the viol and bow 
Mingled beneath the fever of the light. 
The heat was full of savors, and the bright 
Laughter of women lured the wine to flow. 
A little child ate nothing while she sat 
Watching a woman at a table there 
Learn to kiss beneath a drooping hat. 
   The hour went by, we rose and turned to go, 
The somber street received us from the glare, 
   And once more on your shoulders fell the snow.
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