At Midnight

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Title:     At Midnight
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
Are never really won.

Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: At Midnight

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