On lowlands where the temples lie
The marsh-grass mingles with the flowers,
Only the little songs of birds
Link the unbroken hours.
So in the end, above my heart
Once like the city wild and gay,
The slow white stars will pass by night,
The swift brown birds by day.
Ruins Of Paestum
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: city, heart, night, wild, grass, white, brown, slow, swift, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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