The Kiss (Teasdale 1)

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The Kiss by Sara Teasdale

From Helen of Troy and Other Poems Part II and Love Songs Part I

I hoped that he would love me,
      And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
      That cannot reach the south.

For tho' I know he loves me,
      To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
      As all the dreams I had.