Friday, 1 May 2015

Dikt; "The Dreams of My Heart" av Sara Teasdale

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
 Nothing stays with me long,
 But I have had from a child
 The deep solace of song;


If that should ever leave me,
 Let me find death and stay
 With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
 Like the rain of yesterday.

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