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Poem by Sara Teasdale Age Brooks sing in the spring And in summer cease; I who sang in my youth Now hold me peace. Youth is a noisy stream Chattering over the ground, But the sad wisdom of age Wells up without sound. 1915 Sara Teasdale Sara Teasdale's other poems: Poems of the other poets with the same name: 1245 Views |
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