The Dreams of My Heart

"The Dreams of My Heart" 

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass, 
Nothing stays with me long, 
But I have had from a child 
The deep solace of song; 

If that should ever leave me, 
Let me find death and stay 
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten 
Like the rain of yesterday. 

Sara Teasdale 

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