Love

The Kiss

by Sara Teasdale 1884–1933

From Love Songs

Love

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.

MLA

Teasdale, Sara. “The Kiss.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/108/.

Chicago

Teasdale, Sara. “The Kiss.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/108/.

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