Immortal

Sara Teasdale

So soon my body will have gone
   Beyond the sound and sight of men,
And tho’ it wakes and suffers now,
   Its sleep will be unbroken then;
But oh, my frail immortal soul
   That will not sleep forevermore,
A leaf borne onward by the blast,
   A wave that never finds the shore.

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