Youth and the Pilgrim

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,
Swear on my sword to me,
Is there a land where Love is not,
By shore of any sea?

For I am weary of the god,
And I would flee from him
Though I must take a ship and go
Beyond the ocean's rim.

"There is a place where Love is not,
But never a ship leaves land
Can carry you so quickly there
As the sharp sword in your hand."

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