To Fortune.

by Sara Teasdale · 1793 · Life & Death
O Fortune, thou art fickle, and thy smile
Doth oft deceive, and lead the heart astray,
Thy frowns do wound, thy favour doth beguile,
And all thy gifts do vanish in a day.

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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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