Poems – The Kiss – Sara Teasdale 

I hoped that he would love me, 

And he has kissed my mouth, 

But I am like a stricken bird 

That cannot reach the south. 
For though I know he loves me, 

To-night my heart is sad; 

His kiss was not so wonderful 

As all the dreams I had.

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