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Rome

Sara Teasdale

Oh for the rising moon
Over the roofs of Rome,
And swallows in the dusk
Circling a darkened dome!

Oh for the measured dawns
That pass with folded wings-
How can I let them go
With unremembered things?

(C) Sara Teasdale
01/01/2000


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