Program Note
After Death, A Prayer
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Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?
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Yet if my soul remembered
You would not heed it, dear,
For now you must not listen,
And then you could not hear.
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Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men,
Oh, let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again.
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- Sarah Teasdale 1884 - 1933
