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

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