Poem by Sara Teasdale

A Little While

A little while when I am gone
 My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
 After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A while these nights and days will burn
 In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
 Back to the nothingness that is their home.

1. Spring Torrents
2. In Spring, Santa Barbara
3. Understanding
4. Gray Fog
5. Nahant

Dante Rossetti A Little While ("A little while a little love")

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