From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, November 16, 1914. By Sara Teasdale.
I said, “I will take my life
And throw it away;
I who was fire and song
Will turn to clay.
“I will lie no more in the night
With shaken breath.
I will toss my heart in the air
To be caught by Death.”
But out of the night I heard,
Like the inland sound of the sea,
The hushed and terrible sob
Of all humanity.
Then I said, “Oh, who am I
To scorn God to His face?
I will bow my head and stay
And suffer with my race.”
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