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But Not To Me

by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

The April Night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree; Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.

My Peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.




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