Dust

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Title:     Dust
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire--
But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes--
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Dust

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