A Maiden by Sara Teasdale
Oh if I were the velvet rose Upon the red rose vine, I’d climb to touch his window And make his casement fine. And if I were the little bird That twitters on the tree, All day I’d sing my love for him Till he should harken me. But since I am a maiden I […]
A Little While by Sara Teasdale
A little while when I am gone My life will live in music after me, As spun foam lifted and borne on After the wave is lost in the full sea. A while these nights and days will burn In song with the bright frailty of foam, Living in light before they turn Back to […]
A Fantasy by Sara Teasdale
Her voice is like clear water That drips upon a stone In forests far and silent Where Quiet plays alone. Her thoughts are like the lotus Abloom by sacred streams Beneath the temple arches Where Quiet sits and dreams. Her kisses are the roses That glow while dusk is deep In Persian garden closes Where […]
A Boy by Sara Teasdale
OUT of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, Clean boyish beauty and high-held head. Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes- Men die by millions now, because […]
A Ballad Of The Two Knights by Sara Teasdale
Two knights rode forth at early dawn A-seeking maids to wed, Said one, “My lady must be fair, With gold hair on her head.” Then spake the other knight-at-arms: “I care not for her face, But she I love must be a dove For purity and grace.” And each knight blew upon his horn And […]
Tides by Sara Teasdale
Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing Where the starlike sea gulls soar; The sun was keen and the foam was blowing High on the rocky shore. But now in the dusk the tide is turning, Lower the sea gulls soar, And the waves that rose in resistless yearning Are broken forevermore. ————— […]
The Years by Sara Teasdale
To-night I close my eyes and see A strange procession passing me — 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 […]
The Mystery by Sara Teasdale
Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them shine, Your eyes that lean So close to mine. We have long been lovers, We know the range Of each other’s moods And how they change; But when we look At each other so Then we feel How little we know; The spirit eludes us, Timid and […]
The Ghost by Sara Teasdale
I went back to the clanging city, I went back where my old loves stayed, But my heart was full of my new love’s glory, My eyes were laughing and unafraid. I met one who had loved me madly And told his love for all to hear — But we talked of a thousand things […]
The Fountain by Sara Teasdale
Oh in the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart Of a satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred– Only the great white moon In the empty Heaven heard. The fountain sang and sang And on the marble rim The milk-white peacocks […]
Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale
I thought I had forgotten, But it all came back again To-night with the first Spring thunder In a rush of rain. I remembered a darkened doorway Where we stood while the storm swept by, Thunder gripping the earth And lightning scrawled on the sky. The passing motor busses swayed, For the street was a […]
Sleepless by Sara Teasdale
If I could have your arms tonight- But half the world and the broken sea Lie between you and me. The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard, Beating all Night against the barren stone, The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyard Makes me more alone. If you were here, if you were only […]
On A March Day by Sara Teasdale
Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind That shakes the naked shadows on the ground, Making a key-board of the earth to strike From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound, Bear witness for me that I loved my life, All things that hurt me and all things that healed, And that I swore […]
Oh You Are Coming by Sara Teasdale
Oh you are coming, coming, coming, How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? — But why does it anger my heart to long so For one man out of the world of men? Oh I would live in myself only And build my life lightly and still as a Dream — Are […]
My Heart Is Heavy by Sara Teasdale
My heart is heavy with many a song Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree, But I can never give you one — My songs do not belong to me. Yet in the evening, in the dusk When moths go to and fro, In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen, Take it, no […]
Love And Death by Sara Teasdale
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, And shall my soul that lies within your hand Remember nothing, as the blowing sand Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep When winds along the darkened desert sweep? Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned The vacant […]
Longing by Sara Teasdale
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. ————— The End […]
Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale
Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly; Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day long, Night long, Change my sorrow Into song. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by […]
Let It Be Forgotten by Sara Teasdale
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold. Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed […]
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, […]