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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
 
359. Leaves
 
By Sara Teasdale
 
 
ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
And beneath my feet the earth        5
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
I who was content to be
But a silken-singing tree,
But a rustle of delight
In the wistful heart of night,        10
I have lost the leaves that knew
Touch of rain and weight of dew.
Blinded by a leafy crown
I looked neither up nor down—
But the little leaves that die        15
Have left me room to see the sky;
Now for the first time I know
Stars above and earth below.
 

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