A Lingering Thought

A fleeting thought, a memory's trace,
Doth linger in the heart's soft core,
Recalling time, and love, and place,
That shall return to us no more.
A tender sigh, a wistful gaze,
Towards the past, it oft doth stray,
Lost in the dream of bygone days,
That fade like mists at break of day.

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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