Vintage verse – The Kiss by Sara Teasdale

The Kiss

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 though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

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2 responses to “Vintage verse – The Kiss by Sara Teasdale”

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    danakinsey4gmailcom

    Teasdale fan for always. I can truly relate!

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    Lucie Winborne

    I had never heard of Teasdale before and found her story interesting, though sad at the end. I’m rather curious to check out more of her work now.

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