Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Sara TeasdaleI make the most of all that comes,
And the least of all that goes. Sara Teasdale
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