Understanding
by Sara Teasdale
I understood the rest too well, And all their thoughts have come to be Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell Of a sunny shallow sea. But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like gold Sunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold.
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