Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

November


The world is tired, the year is old,
The fading leaves are glad to die,
The wind goes shivering with cold
Where the brown reeds are dry.

Our love is dying like the grass,
And we who kissed grow coldly kind,
Half glad to see our old love pass
Like leaves along the wind.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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