Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933
from Rivers to the Sea [New York: Macmillan 1915]
It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.
I have no care to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea–
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.
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