Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Understanding

  I understood the rest too well,
   And all their thoughts have come to be
  Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
   Of a sunny shallow sea.

  But you I never understood,
   Your spirit's secret hides like gold
  Sunk in a Spanish galleon
   Ages ago in waters cold.

1. Arcturus
2. A Little While
3. White Fog
4. Morning Song
5. I Remembered

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