Oh, I could let the world go by,Its loud new wonders and its wars,BUt how will I give up the skyWhen winter dusk is set with stars?And I could let the cities go,Their changing customs and their creeds,–But oh, the summer rains that blowIn silver on the jewel-weeds!
-Sara Teasdale
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