'i have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
the fragile scent of a flower,
music, the making of a poem
that gave me heaven for an hour;
first stars above a snowy hill,
voices of people kindly and wise,
and the great look of love, long hidden,
found at last in meeting eyes'
~ from 'i have loved hours at sea', by sara teasdale
happy sunday
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