{"id":940,"date":"2008-01-02T22:12:57","date_gmt":"2008-01-03T06:12:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/?p=940"},"modified":"2008-01-02T22:12:57","modified_gmt":"2008-01-03T06:12:57","slug":"the-years-by-sara-teasdale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2008\/01\/the-years-by-sara-teasdale\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;The Years&#8221; by Sara Teasdale"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8216;Tonight I close my eyes and see<br \/>\nA strange procession passing me &#8211;<br \/>\nThe years before I saw your face<br \/>\nGo by me with a wistful grace;<br \/>\nThey pass, the sensitive, shy years,<br \/>\nAs one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.<\/p>\n<p>The years went by and never knew<br \/>\nThat each one brought me nearer you;<br \/>\nTheir path was narrow and apart<br \/>\nAnd yet it led me to your heart &#8211;<br \/>\nOh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,<br \/>\nThat strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8216;Tonight I close my eyes and see A strange procession passing me &#8211; The years before I saw your face Go by me with a wistful grace; They pass, the sensitive, shy years, As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears. The years went by and never knew That each one brought me [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/940"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=940"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/940\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=940"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=940"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}