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Sara TeasdaleInspired

So long as my spirit still Is glad of breath And lifts its plumes of pride In the dark face of death; While I am curious still Of love and fame, Keeping my heart too high For the years to tame, How can I quarrel with fate Since I can see I am a debtor to life, Not life to me?

Sara Teasdale
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Inspired
Topics:
death, pride, gratitude, breath

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