The Unseen

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Title:     The Unseen
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

Death went up the hall
Unseen by every one,
Trailing twilight robes
Past the nurse and the nun.

He paused at every door
And listened to the breath
Of those who did not know
How near they were to Death.

Death went up the hall
Unseen by nurse and nun;
He passed by many a door--
But he entered one.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Unseen

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