Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

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.

1. The Flight
2. April Song
3. Songs out of Sorrow
4. I Would Live in Your Love
5. The Tree of Song

Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит) The Kiss ("The snow is white on wood and wold")

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