Today’s Poem ~ Wisdom

Wisdom

Sara Teasdale

It was a night of early spring,The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;Around us shadows and the windListened for what was never spoken.

Though half a score of years are gone,Spring comes as sharply now as then—But if we had it all to doIt would be done the same again.

It was a spring that never came;But we have lived enough to knowThat what we never have, remains;It is the things we have that go.

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