It was a night of early spring,
The wintersleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows of the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
It was a spring that never came;
But we have lived enough to know
That what we never have remains;
It is the things we have that go.
Sara Teasedale
2 comments:
Very nice post.
Thanks Abe, it's from a little book called: "Heartfelt Ways to Say Good-Bye".
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