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Bells in Venice, bells at sea,
Bells in the valley, heavy and slow—
There is no place over the crowded world
Where I can forget that the days go.
Bells in the valley, heavy and slow—
There is no place over the crowded world
Where I can forget that the days go.
IV
In the End
All that could never be said,
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
Somewhere back of the sun.
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
Somewhere back of the sun.
All the heart broke to forego
Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain.
Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain.
And when we have found them at last,
Perhaps, after all,
The skies will not open for us,
Nor heaven be there at our call.
Perhaps, after all,
The skies will not open for us,
Nor heaven be there at our call.
V
"A Little While"
A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
Awhile these nights and days will burn
In song, with the frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.
In song, with the frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.
Contemporary VerseSara Teasdale
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