The Outcast.

A soul abandoned, cast by fate aside,
Doth wander lost, in sorrow and despair,
No home, no hope, no comfort to abide,
A lonely wanderer, beyond compare.

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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