The Ghost
Sara Teasdale
I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love’s glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear —
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.
I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word —
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.
Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die — but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years.
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I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love’s glory, —
But my eyes were suddenly afraid.
Maverick Mist 
Great piece
You always find these hidden gems
Great image too
As always Sheldon
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Thank you Sheldon.
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Delightfully spooky!
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Thanks.
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Great poem and images. Both photos are really fantastic.
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Thanks David.
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Wow this is very creative!!! The photos matched the poem perfectly. You always know what to do to make our post perfect. Big thumbs up to you! ❤ 🙂
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Thank you as always for your kind comment. 🙂
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You’re welcome Maverick😉
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Great poem and fantastic images.
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Thank you Karin.
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wonderful and thanks for the link to her biography!!! so sad but what a wealth of words.
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Thanks Cybele. I found her bio interesting.
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That is a wonderful poem…speaks to and from my heart. It’s so true that the unspoken loves are the ones that haunt us forever. That just made me shiver… still, thanks putting my feelings into words.
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It’s by Sara Teasdale, I’m pleased you liked it. Thank you. 🙂
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