Poem by Sara Teasdale

Pain

Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?

Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam --
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home. 

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

Emily Dickinson Pain ("PAIN--has an Element of Blank")

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