Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

In the Metropolitan Museum

INSIDE the tiny Pantheon
    We stood together silently, 
Leaving the restless crowsd awhile,
    As ships find shelter from the sea.

The ancient centuries came back
    To cover us a moment's space, 
And through the dome the light was glad
    Because it shone upon your face.

Ah, not from Rome but farther still
    Beyond sun-smitten Salamis, 
The moment took us, till you learned
    To find the present with a kiss.

1. Swans
2. The Ghost
3. The River
4. November
5. The Song for Colin

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