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Lost Things

Sara Teasdale

Oh, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
But how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?

And I could let the cities go,
Their changing customs and their creeds...
But oh, the summer rains that blow
In silver on the jewel-weeds!

Flame and Shadow

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