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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Day and Night

IN Warsaw in Poland
Half the world away,
The one I love best of all
Thought of me to-day;
I know, for I went
Winged as a bird,
In the wide flowing wind
His own voice I heard;
His arms were round me
In a ferny place,
I looked in the pool
And there was his face—
But now it is night
And the cold stars say:
‘Warsaw in Poland
Is half the world away.’

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