Lizette Woodworth Reese [1856-1935]

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I SHALL NOT CARE

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.

Sara Teasdale [1884-1933]

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OUTGROWN

Nay, you wrong her, my friend, she's not fickle; her love
she has simply outgrown:
One can read the whole matter, translating her heart
by the light of one's own.

Can you bear me to talk with you frankly? There is much that
my heart would say;
And you know we were children together, have quarreled
and "made up" in play.