A Little While Poem by Sara Teasdale

A Little While

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A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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