Sometimes she’d lie there in the cool of night, The voices stilled at last, the cattle hushed, And, weary from a day of heat and dust, She’d close her eyes and once again the sight Of all she’d loved and left behind would quite Rebreak her heart.
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A Sonnet for Sarah
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Sometimes she’d lie there in the cool of night, The voices stilled at last, the cattle hushed, And, weary from a day of heat and dust, She’d close her eyes and once again the sight Of all she’d loved and left behind would quite Rebreak her heart.