Sara Teasdale
After death and to long loves forgotten,
Will I still remember you.
Twilight's dream's,
Dream's of love, we both have left unsaid.
I cannot wait here somewhere there,
While you still love someone here.
And the whispers to her from you that I hear,
Are not those of love about us, in truth that I must bare.
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