Poem by Sara Teasdale

It Is Not a Word

  It is not a word spoken,
   Few words are said;
  Nor even a look of the eyes
   Nor a bend of the head,
  But only a hush of the heart
   That has too much to keep,
  Only memories waking
   That sleep so light a sleep.

1. Morning Song
2. Gray Fog
3. In the End
4. Let It Be Forgotten
5. In a Garden

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