Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam -
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.
Pain
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: beauty, children, home, night, pain, rain, sea, wind, world, white, stay, body, mother, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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