‘AFTER LOVE’ – A POEM BY SARA TEASDALE !

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
You were the wind and I the sea

There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
But though the pool is safe from
storm
And from the tide has found
surcease,
It grows more bitter than the
sea,
For all its peace.

Sara Teasdale.

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