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The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
Sara Teasdale
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Read poems about / on: rain, child, song, death, heart, dream, children
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Comments about this poem (The Dreams of My Heart"
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Lily Marie (9/10/2005 4:03:00 PM)
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Sara Teasdale was a brilliant poet. She is my inspiration for small miracles in life, and her poetry gets me thru the toughest days.
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