Sara Teasdale - Driftwood

Sara Teasdale - Driftwood

MY forefathers gave me br My spirit's shaken flame, br The shape of hands, the beat of heart, br The letters of my name. br But it was my lovers, br And not my sleeping sires, br Who gave the flame its changeful br And iridescent fires; br As the driftwood burning br Learned its jewelled blaze br From the sea's blue splendor br Of colored nights and days.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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