Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Faults

  They came to tell your faults to me,
  They named them over one by one;
  I laughed aloud when they were done,
  I knew them all so well before,--
  Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
  Your faults had made me love you more.

1. Enough
2. Riches
3. Dusk in War Time
4. Houses of Dreams
5. Child, Child

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