The Treasure Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Treasure

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WHEN they see my songs
They will sigh and say,
'Poor soul, wistful soul,
Lonely night and day.'
They will never know
All your love for me
Surer than the spring,
Stronger than the sea;
Hidden out of sight
Like a miser's gold
In forsaken fields
Where the wind is cold.

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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