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Hope went by and Peace went by And would not enter in; Youth went by and Health wnt by And Love that is their kin.
Those within the house shed tears On their bitter bread; Some were old and some were mad, And some were sick a-bed.
Gray Death saw the wretched house And even he passed by-- "They have never lived," he said, "They can wait to die."
Sara Teasdale
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Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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Read poems about / on: sick, house, peace, hope, death, love
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