A Prayer

Sara Teasdale

Until I lose my soul and lie
 Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf though shouting wind goes by,
 Dumb in a storm of mirth;

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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