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NOVEMBER by SARA TEASDALE

Poet Analysis

First Line: THE WORLD IS TIRED, THE YEAR IS OLD
Last Line: LIKE LEAVES ALONG THE WIND.
Subject(s): NOVEMBER;
The world is tired, the year is old,
The little leaves are glad to die,
The wind goes shivering with cold
Among the rushes dry.

Our love is dying like the grass,
And we who kissed grow coldly kind,
Half glad to see our poor love pass
Like leaves along the wind.





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