Poem by Sara Teasdale

I Thought of You

  I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
   And walking up the long beach all alone
  I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
   As you and I once heard their monotone.

  Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
   The cold and sparkling silver of the sea—
  We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
   Before you hear that sound again with me.

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

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