This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea.These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine."O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.
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Sara Teasdale was a 19th-century American writer and poet. Sara Trevor Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born in St. Read more on Wikipedia →