Lost Things

by Sara Teasdale

  


Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, But how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds, But oh, the summer rains that blow In silver on the jewel-weeds!


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