Pain

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

Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?

Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam--
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Pain

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