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. Gray Fog
2. Spring Torrents
3. Morning Song
4. Nahant
5. In a Cuban Garden

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