Gifts

Sara TeasdaleSara Teasdale

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I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.
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Sara Teasdale
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Sara Teasdale

1884 - 1933/Female/AmericanA lyric poet who wrote collections mostly about her loneliness.

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