At Midnight Poem by Sara Teasdale

At Midnight

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Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
Are never really won.

Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.


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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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