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After Love

Written by: Sara Teasdale | Biography
 | Quotes (9) |
 There is no magic any more,
 We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
 Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea --
 There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
 Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
 And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
 For all its peace.



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