On a Discovery made too late.

by Sara Teasdale · 1794 · Loss & Grief
The truth, too late, revealed, doth wound my soul,
And all my hopes, and cherished dreams are fled,
Oh, could I turn, and make the moments whole,
And banish grief, and raise the lingering dead!

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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