But Not To Me
Read 'But Not To Me' by 'Sara Teasdale' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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