Versos English Sara Teasdale Iii

English poem

Iii

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I wrote his name along the beach, I love the letters so. Far up it seemed and out of reach, For still the tide was low.

But oh, the sea came creeping up, And washed the name away, And on the sand where it had been A bit of sea-grass lay.

A bit of sea-grass on the sand, Dropped from a mermaid's hair-- Ah, had she come to kiss his name And leave a token there?