It Is Not A Word
Sara Teasdale
It is not a word spoken, Few words are said; Nor even a look of the eyes Nor a bend of the head, But only a hush of the heart That has too much to keep, Only memories waking That sleep so light a sleep.
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- Sara Teasdale : Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow
- Sara Teasdale : Indian Summer
- Sara Teasdale : In The Train
- Sara Teasdale : In The Metropolitan Museum
- Sara Teasdale : In The End
- Sara Teasdale : In The Carpenter's Shop
- Sara Teasdale : In Spring, Santa Barbara
- Sara Teasdale : In Memoriam F. O. S.
- Sara Teasdale : In A Subway Station
- Sara Teasdale : In A Restaurant