"WE WOMEN" - Sara Teasdale Poems


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Heart-ache and heart-break – always that or this:
    Sometimes it rains just when the sun should shine;
Sometimes a glove or ribbon goes amiss;
    Sometimes, in youth, your lover should be mine.

Still madam frets at life, through pearls and lace
    (A breath can break her pale heart's measured beat),
And still demands the maid who paints her face
    Shall find the world forever smooth and sweet.