Pain.

by Sara Teasdale · 1796 · Loss & Grief
O Parent, whose fierce child, the ungentle Pain,
With many a tear hath stained my cheek,
Yet thy brow smiles! And I, thy suppliant, fain
Would bless thy lesson, though my spirits leak.

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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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