But Not to Me

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.

My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be,
Loves come to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.

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