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Sara Teasdale

Vignettes Overseas: Off Algiers

Oh give me neither love nor tears,

Nor dreams that sear the night with fire,

Go lightly on your pilgrimage

Unburdened by desire.


Forget me for a month, a year,

But, oh, beloved, think of me

When unexpected beauty burns

Like sudden sunlight on the sea.