Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

I Remembered

There never was a mood of mine,
 Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
 And give it back to me more beautiful.

In many another soul I broke the bread,
 And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I remembered you;
 The heart belongs to him who knew it best.

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Bells
3. Understanding
4. Let It Be Forgotten
5. A Little While

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