Poem by Sara Teasdale

In the End

  All that could never be said,
   All that could never be done,
  Wait for us at last
   Somewhere back of the sun;

  All the heart broke to forego
   Shall be ours without pain,
  We shall take them as lightly as girls
   Pluck flowers after rain.

  And when they are ours in the end
   Perhaps after all
  The skies will not open for us
   Nor heaven be there at our call.

1. Chance
2. Did You Never Know?
3. The Treasure
4. The Heart's House
5. Summer Storm

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