| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 366. After Death |
| | | By Sara Teasdale |
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| NOW while my lips are living | |
| Their words must stay unsaid, | |
| And will my soul remember | |
| To speak when I am dead? | |
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| Yet if my soul remembered | 5 |
| You would not heed it, dear, | |
| For now you must not listen, | |
| And then you could not hear. | |
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