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Poem by Sara Teasdale


I Shall Not Care


  When I am dead and over me bright April
   Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
  Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
   I shall not care.

  I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
   When rain bends down the bough,
  And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
   Than you are now.



Sara Teasdale


Sara Teasdale's other poems:
  1. The Carpenter's Son
  2. The Wine
  3. New Love and Old
  4. Tides
  5. Child, Child


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