Jewels by Sara Teasdale
If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go — Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow. Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and kissed The head that lay against your knees In the leaf shadow’s […]
It Will Not Change by Sara Teasdale
It will not change now After so many years; Life has not broken it With parting or tears; Death will not alter it, It will live on In all my songs for you When I am gone. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. […]
It Is Not A Word by Sara Teasdale
It is not a word spoken, Few words are said; Nor even a look of the eyes Nor a bend of the head, But only a hush of the heart That has too much to keep, Only memories waking That Sleep so light a sleep. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem […]
In The End by Sara Teasdale
All that could never be said, All that could never be done, Wait for us at last Somewhere back of the sun; All the heart broke to forego Shall be ours without pain, We shall take them as lightly as girls Pluck flowers after rain. And when they are ours in the end Perhaps after […]
If Death Is Kind by Sara Teasdale
Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. We will come down at Night to these resounding beaches And the long gentle thunder of the sea, Here […]
I Thought Of You by Sara Teasdale
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea — We two will pass […]
I Remembered by Sara Teasdale
There never was a mood of mine, Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull, But you could ease me of its fever And give it back to me more beutiful. In many another soul I broke the bread, And drank the wine and played the happy guest, But I was lonely, I remembered you; The heart […]
I Have Loved Hours At Sea by Sara Teasdale
I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, The fragile secret of a flower, Music, the making of a poem That gave me Heaven for an hour; First stars above a snowy hill, Voices of People kindly and wise, And the great look of love, long hidden, Found at last in meeting eyes. I have […]
Houses Of Dreams by Sara Teasdale
You took my empty dreams And filled them every one With tenderness and nobleness, April and the sun. The old empty dreams Where my thoughts would throng Are far too full of happiness To even hold a song. Oh, the empty dreams were dim And the empty dreams were wide, They were sweet and shadowy […]
Guenevere by Sara Teasdale
I was a queen, and I have lost my crown; A wife, and I have broken all my vows; A lover, and I ruined him I loved: — There is no other havoc left to do. A little month ago I was a queen, And Mothers held their babies up to see When I came […]
Gray Eyes by Sara Teasdale
It was April when you came The first time to me, And my first look in your eyes Was like my first look at the sea. We have been together Four Aprils now Watching for the green On the swaying willow bough; Yet whenever I turn To your gray eyes over me, It is as […]
Fault by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before, — Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more. ————— The End And that’s the End of the […]
Enough by Sara Teasdale
It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not Hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea — It is enough to feel his love Blow by like […]
Dust by Sara Teasdale
When I went to look at what had long been hidden, A jewel laid long ago in a secret place, I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire— But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face. I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone […]
Doubt by Sara Teasdale
My soul lives in my body’s house, And you have both the house and her— But sometimes she is less your own Than a wild, gay adventurer; A restless and an eager wraith, How can I tell what she will do— Oh, I am sure of my body’s faith, But what if my soul broke […]
Did You Never Know? by Sara Teasdale
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me— That your love would never lessen and never go? You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted, You were too young to know. Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year— Seldom we […]
Debt by Sara Teasdale
What do I owe to you Who loved me deep and long? You never gave my spirit wings Or gave my heart a song. But oh, to him I loved, Who loved me not at all, I owe the open gate That led through heaven’s wall. ————— The End And that’s the End of the […]
Come by Sara Teasdale
Come, when the pale moon like a petal Floats in the pearly dusk of spring, Come with arms outstretched to take me, Come with lips pursed up to cling. Come, for life is a frail moth flying, Caught in the web of the years that pass, And soon we two, so warm and eager, Will […]
But Not To Me by Sara Teasdale
The April Night is still and sweet With flowers on every tree; Peace comes to them on quiet feet, But not to me. My Peace is hidden in his breast Where I shall never be; Love comes to-night to all the rest, But not to me. ————— The End And that’s the End of the […]
Buried Love by Sara Teasdale
I have come to bury Love Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black Where none can see. I shall put no flowers at his head, Nor stone at his feet, For the mouth I loved so much Was bittersweet. I shall go no more to his grave, For the woods are cold. I […]
Blue Squills by Sara Teasdale
How many million Aprils came Before I ever knew How white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue! And many a dancing April When life is done with me, Will lift the blue flame of the flower And the white flame of the tree. Oh burn me with your beauty, then, […]
Because by Sara Teasdale
Oh, because you never tried To bow my will or break my pride, And nothing of the cave-man made You want to keep me half afraid, Nor ever with a conquering air You thought to draw me unaware — Take me, for I love you more Than I ever loved before. And since the body’s […]
Barter by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms […]
At Midnight by Sara Teasdale
Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won. Even love that I built my spirit’s house for, Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest, And music and men’s praise and even laughter […]
Alone by Sara Teasdale
I am alone, in spite of love, In spite of all I take and give— In spite of all your tenderness, Sometimes I am not glad to live. I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world, About me only swirling snow, Above me, endless space unfurled; With […]
After Parting by Sara Teasdale
Oh, I have sown my love so wide That he will find it everywhere; It will awake him in the night, It will enfold him in the air. I set my shadow in his sight And I have winged it with desire, That it may be a cloud by day, And in the Night a […]
After Love by Sara Teasdale
There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you. You were the wind and I the sea — There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool Beside the shore. But though the pool is safe from storm […]
A November Night by Sara Teasdale
There! See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street — Why can’t you lift the chain and give it to me, A necklace for my throat? I’d twist it round And you could play with it. You smile at me As though I were a little dreamy child Behind […]
A Cry by Sara Teasdale
Oh, there are eyes that he can see, And hands to make his hands rejoice, But to my lover I must be Only a voice. Oh, there are breasts to bear his head, And lips whereon his lips can lie, But I must be till I am dead Only a cry. ————— The End And […]