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The Wind
by Sara Teasdale

A wind is blowing over my soul,
I hear it cry the whole night through --
Is there no peace for me on earth
Except with you?

Alas, the wind has made me wise,
Over my naked soul it blew, --
There is no peace for me on earth
Even with you.