by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Language: English 
I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my life, and all, and all,
But over a dream the past will hover
Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho' I see him not.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-03-10
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