To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me-
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart-
Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.
The Years
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: dance, heart, lonely, never, night, narrow, face, blind, strange, I love you, I miss you, sensitive, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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