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Sara Teasdale

Vignettes Overseas: Ruins of Paestum

On lowlands where the temples lie

The marsh-grass mingles with the flowers,

Only the little songs of birds

Link the unbroken hours.

So in the end, above my heart

Once like the city wild and gay,

The slow white stars will pass by night,

The swift brown birds by day.