Coney Island

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Title:     Coney Island
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow--
There is no shelter near,
Come, let us go.

With foam of icy lace
The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand
That strikes us in the face.
Doors that June set a-swing
Are bolted long ago;
We try them uselessly--
Alas, there cannot be
For us a second spring;
Come, let us go.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Coney Island

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