Sara Teasdale: Dust
Updated September 23, 2019 |
Infoplease Staff
When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire —
But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire —
But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.
I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes —
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes —
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
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