Rispetto

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

Was that his step that sounded on the stair?
Was that his knock I heard upon the door?
I grow so tired I almost cease to care,
And yet I would that he might come once more.

It was the wind I heard, that mocks at me,
The bitter wind that is more cruel than he;
It was the wind that knocked upon the door,
But he will never knock nor enter more.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Rispetto

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