Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Joy was a flame in me

Lithe as a bending reed
Too steady to destroy.
Too steady to destroy.
Lithe as a bending reed
Lithe as a bending reed
Loving the storm that sways her—
Loving the storm that sways her—
I found more joy in sorrow
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy.“ —Sara Teasdale
Than you could find in joy.“
—Sara Teasdale

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