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Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Kiss

I HOPED that he would love me,
    And he has kissed my mouth, 
But I am like a stricken bird
    That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
    To-night my heart is sad; 
His kiss was not so wonderful
    As all the dreams I had.

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale's other poems:
  1. Song at Capri
  2. Pierrot
  3. Love Me
  4. In the Metropolitan Museum
  5. Dew

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Coventry Patmore The Kiss ("I saw you take his kiss!")
  • Edith Nesbit The Kiss ("The snow is white on wood and wold")

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