"It Is Not a Word"
It is not a word spoken, Few words are said; Nor even a look of the eyes Nor a bend of the head, But only a hush of the heart That has too much to keep, Only memories waking That sleep so light a sleep.
Sara Teasdale
It is not a word spoken, Few words are said; Nor even a look of the eyes Nor a bend of the head, But only a hush of the heart That has too much to keep, Only memories waking That sleep so light a sleep.
Sara Teasdale’s short lyric describes a feeling that never becomes speech or visible gesture. It is not a spoken word, since few words are said; it is not even a look or a bend of the head.
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