The Dreams of My Heart



The Dreams of My Heart :




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.



By
Sara Teasdale






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