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" "Perhaps when all the world is bare And cruel winter holds the land, The Love that finds no place to hide Will run and catch my hand. <p> I shall not care to have him then, I shall be bitter and a-cold — It grows too late for frolicking When all the world is old.<p>Then little hiding Love, come forth, Come forth before the autumn goes, And let us seek thro' ruined paths The garden's last red rose.
Sarah Trevor Teasdale (8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933) was an American poet.
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Let it be you who lean above me
On my last day,
Let it be you who shut my eyelids
Forever and aye.
Say a 'Good-night' as you have said it
All of these years,
With the old look, with the old whisper
All without tears.
You will know then all that in silence
You always knew,
Though I have loved, I loved no other
As I love you.