A Farewell

Nay, I am not a poet; this is my refrain,
A simple, childish, un­adorned complaint,
That in my short and uneventful reign
I have not been enough of hero, or of saint.
I have not scaled the mountains of renown,
Nor plumbed the depths of sorrow, or of sin,
Nor seen the world, nor worn a starry crown,
Nor heard the voices of the seraphim.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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