I SHALL NOT CARE
by: Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
- HEN I am dead and over me bright
April
- Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
- Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
- I shall not care.
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- I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
- When rain bends down the bough,
- And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
- Than you are now.
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- I love too much; I am a river
- Surging with spring that seeks the sea,
- I am too generous a giver,
- Love will not stoop to drink of me.
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- His feet will turn to desert places
- Shadowless, reft of rain and dew,
- Where stars stare down with sharpened faces
- From heavens pitilessly blue.
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- And there at midnight sick with faring,
- He will stoop down in his desire
- To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
- In stagnant water keen as fire.
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