Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Dreams of My Heart

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
 Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
 The deep solace of song;

If that should ever leave me,
 Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
 Like the rain of yesterday.

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Understanding
3. Bells
4. The Nights Remember
5. Let It Be Forgotten

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