by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

When beauty grows too great to bear
Language: English 
When beauty grows too great to bear
    How shall I ease me of its ache, 
For beauty more than bitterness
    Makes the heart break.

Now while I watch the dreaming sea
    With isles like flowers against her breast, 
Only one voice in all the world
    Could give me rest.

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