When Love Was Born

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Title:     When Love Was Born
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

When Love was born I think he lay
Right warm on Venus' breast,
And whiles he smiled and whiles would play
And whiles would take his rest.

But always, folded out of sight,
The wings were growing strong
That were to bear him off in flight
Erelong, erelong.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: When Love Was Born

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