by Sara Teasedale
I am not sorry for my soul
   That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
   Eternity is deep and wide.
I am not sorry for my soul,
   But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
   Without the joy it longed to know.


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