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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Enough

It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.
 
I have no care to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea—
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.

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