What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call

Author: Sara Teasdale

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,<br />That my songs do not show me at all?<br />For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,<br />I am an answer, they are only a call - Sara Teasdale

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