The Kiss

Sara TeasdaleSara Teasdale

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I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.For tho’ I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
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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