The Beloved

by Sara Teasdale

It is enough of honor for one lifetime
 To have known you better than the rest have known,
The shadows and the colors of your voice,
 Your will, immutable and still as stone.

The shy heart, so lonely and so gay,
 The sad laughter and the pride of pride,
The tenderness, the depth of tenderness
 Rich as the earth, and wide as heaven is wide.

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