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Flowers left for Sara Teasdale
I wear my crown invisible and clear, / And go my lifted royal way apart / Since you have crowned me softly in your heart / With love that is half ardent, half austere; / And as a queen disguised might pass anear / The bitter crowd that barters in a mart, / Veiling her pride while tears of pity start, / I hide my glory through a jealous fear. / My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thing / Kept pure with prayer at evensong and morn, / And when you come to take it from my head, / I shall not weep, not will a word be said, / But I shall kneel before you, oh my king, / And bind my brow forever with a thorn. ~by Sara Teasdale~ Dear Sara, I love your poetry and read it often. Thank you for all the beautiful words. May you rest in peace.
- AngelSeeker
 Added: Oct. 5, 2011

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