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AN END by SARA TEASDALE

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First Line: I HAVE NO HEART FOR ANY OTHER JOY
Last Line: AND SUMMER WILL NOT COME TO ME AGAIN.
I have no heart for any other joy,
The drenched September day turns to depart,
And I have said good-bye to what I love;
With my own will I vanquished my own heart.

On the long wind I hear the winter coming,
The window panes are cold and blind with rain;
With my own will I turned the summer from me
And summer will not come to me again.



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