After Death

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Title:     After Death
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?

Yet if my soul remembered
You would not heed it, dear,
For now you must not listen,
And then you could not hear.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: After Death

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