Immortal

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Title:     Immortal
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

So soon my body will have gone
Beyond the sound and sight of men,
And tho' it wakes and suffers now,
Its sleep will be unbroken then;
But oh, my frail immortal soul
That will not sleep forevermore,
A leaf borne onward by the blast,
A wave that never finds the shore.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Immortal

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