Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Dust

  When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
   A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
  I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire—
   But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.

  I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
   That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—
  It is strange how often a heart must be broken
   Before the years can make it wise.

1. Chance
2. Summer Storm
3. In the End
4. It Will Not Change
5. Water Lilies

Celia Thaxter (Селия Такстер) Dust ("Here is a problem, a wonder for all to see")

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