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Bells in Venice, bells at sea, Bells in the valley, heavy and slow—There is no place over the crowded world Where I can forget that the days go.
IV
In the End
All that could never be said, All that could never be done,Wait for us at last Somewhere back of the sun.
All the heart broke to forego Shall be ours without pain,We shall take them as lightly as girls Pluck flowers after rain.
And when we have found them at last, Perhaps, after all,The skies will not open for us, Nor heaven be there at our call.
V
"A Little While"
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.
Awhile these nights and days will burn In song, with the frailty of foam,Living in light before they turn Back to the nothingness that is their home.
Contemporary VerseSara Teasdale

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