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THE YEARS by SARA TEASDALE

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First Line: TO-NIGHT I CLOSE MY EYES AND SEE
Last Line: THAT STROVE TO SING WITH VOICES DROWNED IN TEARS.
To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me --
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.

The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart --
Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.






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