Words For An Old Air

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Title:     Words For An Old Air
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

Your heart is bound tightly, let
Beauty beware;
It is not hers to set
Free from the snare.

Tell her a bleeding hand
Bound it and tied it;
Tell her the knot will stand
Though she deride it.

One who withheld so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Words For An Old Air

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