Monday, February 21, 2011

Sara Teasdale

I would live in your love
     as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes,
drawn down by each wave that recedes;

I would empty my soul of the dreams
     that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats,
I would follow your soul as it leads.


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