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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Less Than the Cloud to the Wind

Less than the cloud to the wind,
Less than the foam to the sea,
Less than the rose to the storm,
Am I to thee.
 
More than the star to the night,
More than the rain to the tree,
More than heaven to earth
Art thou to me.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #Suicide #Women #XXCentury

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