Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Faults

  They came to tell your faults to me,
  They named them over one by one;
  I laughed aloud when they were done,
  I knew them all so well before,--
  Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
  Your faults had made me love you more.

1. Swans
2. The Ghost
3. The River
4. November
5. I Shall Not Care

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