The Wind by Sara Teasdale
A wind is blowing over my soul, I hear it cry the whole night thro’ – Is there no peace for me on earth Except with you? Alas, the wind has made me wise, Over my naked soul it blew, – There is no peace for me on earth Even with you. ————— The End […]
The Wind In The Hemlock by Sara Teasdale
STEELY stars and moon of brass, How mockingly you watch me pass! You know as well as I how soon I shall be blind to stars and moon, Deaf to the wind in the hemlock tree, Dumb when the brown earth weighs on me. With envious dark rage I bear, Stars, your cold complacent stare; […]
The Wayfarer by Sara Teasdale
Love entered in my heart one day, A sad, unwelcome guest; But when he begged that he might stay, I let him wait and rest. He broke my sleep with sorrowing, And shook my dreams with tears, And when my heart was fain to sing, He stilled its joy with fears. But now that he […]
The Wanderer by Sara Teasdale
I saw the sunset-colored sands, The Nile, like flowing fire between, Where Ramses stares forth serene And ammon’s heavy temple stands. I saw the rocks where long ago, Above the sea that cries and breaks, Bright Perseus with Medusa’s snakes Set free the maiden white like snow. And many skies have covered me, And many […]
The Voice by Sara Teasdale
ATOMS as old as stars, Mutation on mutation, Millions and millions of cells Dividing yet still the same, From air and changing earth, From ancient Eastern rivers, From turquoise tropic seas, Unto myself I came. My spirit like my flesh Sprang from a thousand sources, From cave-man, hunter and shepherd, From Karnak, Cyprus, Rome; The […]
The Unseen by Sara Teasdale
DEATH went up the hall Unseen by every one, Trailing twilight robes Past the nurse and the nun. He paused at every door And listened to the breath Of those who did not know How near they were to Death. Death went up the hall Unseen by nurse and nun; He passed by many a […]
The Unchanging by Sara Teasdale
SUN-SWEPT beaches with a light wind blowing From the immense blue circle of the sea, And the soft thunder where long waves whiten- These were the same for Sappho as for me. Two thousand years-much has gone by forever, Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men- But here on the beaches that […]
The Tree by Sara Teasdale
OH to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn; But still, oh so still While the winds come […]
The Tree Of Song by Sara Teasdale
I sang my songs for the rest, For you I am still; The tree of my song is bare On its shining hill. For you came like a lordly wind, And the leaves were whirled Far as forgotten things Past the rim of the world. The tree of my song stands bare Against the blue […]
The Treasure by Sara Teasdale
WHEN they see my songs They will sigh and say, “Poor soul, wistful soul, Lonely night and day.” They will never know All your love for me Surer than the spring, Stronger than the sea; Hidden out of sight Like a miser’s gold In forsaken fields Where the wind is cold. ————— The End And […]
The Storm by Sara Teasdale
I THOUGHT of you when I was wakened By a wind that made me glad and afraid Of the rushing, pouring sound of the sea That the great trees made. One thought in my mind went over and over While the darkness shook and the leaves were thinned- I thought it was you who had […]
The Star by Sara Teasdale
A WHITE star born in the evening glow Looked to the round green world below, And saw a pool in a wooded place That held like a jewel her mirrored face. She said to the pool: “Oh, wondrous deep, I love you, I give you my light to keep. Oh, more profound than the moving […]
The Song Maker by Sara Teasdale
I made a hundred little songs That told the joy and pain of love, And sang them blithely, tho’ I knew No whit thereof. I was a weaver deaf and blind; A miracle was wrought for me, But I have lost my skill to weave Since I can see. For while I sang – ah […]
The Song For Colin by Sara Teasdale
I sang a song at dusking time Beneath the evening star, And Terence left his latest rhyme To answer from afar. Pierrot laid down his lute to weep, And sighed, “She sings for me,” But Colin slept a careless sleep Beneath an apple tree. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry […]
The Solitary by Sara Teasdale
My heart has grown rich with the passing of years, I have less need now than when I was young To share myself with every comer Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue. It is one to me that they come or go If I have myself and the drive of my will, […]
The Silent Battle by Sara Teasdale
(In Memory of J. W. T. Jr.) HE was a soldier in that fight Where there is neither flag nor drum, And without sound of musketry The stealthy foemen come. Year in, year out, by day and night They forced him to a slow retreat, And for his gallant fight alone No fife was blown, […]
The Shrine by Sara Teasdale
There is no lord within my heart, Left silent as an empty shrine Where rose and myrtle intertwine, Within a place apart. No god is there of carven stone To watch with still approving eyes My thoughts like steady incense rise; I dream and weep alone. But if I keep my altar fair, Some morning […]
The Sea Wind by Sara Teasdale
I am a pool in a peaceful place, I greet the great sky face to face, I know the stars and the stately moon And the wind that runs with rippling shoon- But why does it always bring to me The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea? The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green, […]
The Sanctuary by Sara Teasdale
IF I could keep my innermost Me Fearless, aloof and free Of the least breath of love or hate, And not disconsolate At the sick load of sorrow laid on men; If I could keep a sanctuary there Free even of prayer, If I could do this, then, With quiet candor as I grew more […]
The Rose by Sara Teasdale
Beneath my chamber window Pierrot was singing, singing; I heard his lute the whole night thru Until the east was red. Alas, alas Pierrot, I had no rose for flinging Save one that drank my tears for dew Before its leaves were dead. I found it in the darkness, I kissed it once and threw […]
The Rose And The Bee by Sara Teasdale
IF I were a bee and you were a rose, Would you let me in when the gray wind blows? Would you hold your petals wide apart, Would you let me in to find your heart, If you were a rose? “If I were a rose and you were a bee, You should never go […]
The River by Sara Teasdale
I came from the sunny valleys And sought for the open sea, For I thought in its gray expanses My peace would come to me. I came at last to the ocean And found it wild and black, And I cried to the windless valleys, “Be kind and take me back!” But the thirsty tide […]
The Return by Sara Teasdale
I turned the key and opened wide the door To enter my deserted room again, Where thro’ the long hot months the dust had lain. Was it not lonely when across the floor No step was heard, no sudden song that bore My whole heart upward with a joyous pain? Were not the pictures and […]
The Princess In The Tower by Sara Teasdale
The Princess sings: I am the princess up in the tower And I dream the whole day thro’ Of a knight who shall come with a silver spear And a waving plume of blue. I am the princess up in the tower, And I dream my dreams by day, But sometimes I wake, and my […]
The Poor House by Sara Teasdale
Hope went by and Peace went by And would not enter in; Youth went by and Health went by And Love that is their kin. Those within the house shed tears On their bitter bread; Some were old and some were mad, And some were sick a-bed. Gray Death saw the wretched house And even […]
The Old Maid by Sara Teasdale
I saw her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my lover look at her And then turn suddenly to me. Her hair was dull and drew no light, And yet its color was as mine; Her eyes were strangely like my eyes, Tho’ love had never made them […]
The Nights Remember by Sara Teasdale
THE days remember and the nights remember The kingly hours that once you made so great, Deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor, Buried like sovereigns in their robes of state. Let them not wake again, better to lie there, Wrapped in memories, jewelled and arrayed- Many a ghostly king has waked […]
The New Moon by Sara Teasdale
DAY, you have bruised and beaten me, As rain beats down the bright, proud sea, Beaten my body, bruised my soul, Left me nothing lovely or whole- Yet I have wrested a gift from you, Day that dies in dusky blue: For suddenly over the factories I saw a moon in the cloudy seas- A […]
The Net by Sara Teasdale
I MADE you many and many a song, Yet never one told all you are- It was as though a net of words Were flung to catch a star; It was as though I curved my hand And dipped sea-water eagerly, Only to find it lost the blue Dark splendor of the sea. ————— The […]
The Mother Of A Poet by Sara Teasdale
She is too kind, I think, for mortal things, Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth; God gave to her a shy and silver mirth, And made her soul as clear And softly singing as an orchard spring’s In sheltered hollows all the sunny year- A spring that thru the leaning grass looks up […]
The Metropolitan Tower by Sara Teasdale
We walked together in the dusk To watch the tower grow dimly white, And saw it lift against the sky Its flower of amber light. You talked of half a hundred things, I kept each little word you said; And when at last the hour was full, I saw the light turn red. You did […]
The Meeting by Sara Teasdale
I’m happy, I’m happy, I saw my love to-day. He came along the crowded street, By all the ladies gay, And oh, he smiled and spoke to me Before he went his way. My throat was tight with happiness, I couldn’t say a word, My heart was beating fast, so fast I’m sure he must […]
The Love That Goes A-Begging by Sara Teasdale
Oh Loves there are that enter in, And Loves there are that wait, And Loves that sit a-weeping Whose joy will come too late. For some there be that ope their doors, And some there be that close, And Love must go a-begging, But whither, no one knows. His feet are on the thorny ways, […]
The Look by Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the Spring Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes, Haunts me to this day. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. […]
The Long Hill by Sara Teasdale
I must have passed the crest a while ago And now I am going down- Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know, But the brambles were always grabbing at the hem of my gown. All the morning I thought how proud I should be To stand there straight as a queen, Wrapped […]
The Lights Of New York by Sara Teasdale
The lightning spun your garment for the night Of silver filaments with fire shot thru, A broidery of lamps that lit for you The steadfast splendor of enduring light. The moon drifts dimly in the heaven’s height, Watching with wonder how the earth she knew That lay so long wrapped deep in dark and dew, […]
The Lighted Window by Sara Teasdale
He said: “In the winter dusk When the pavements were gleaming with rain, I walked thru a dingy street Hurried, harassed, Thinking of all my problems that never are solved. Suddenly out of the mist, a flaring gas-jet Shone from a huddled shop. I saw thru the bleary window A mass of playthings: False-faces hung […]
The Lamp by Sara Teasdale
If I can bear your love like a lamp before me, When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness, I shall not fear the everlasting shadows, Nor cry in terror. If I can find out God, then I shall find Him, If none can find Him, then I shall sleep soundly, Knowing how […]
The Kiss by Sara Teasdale
I hoped that he would love me, And he has kissed my mouth, But I am like a stricken bird That cannot reach the south. For though I know he loves me, To-night my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had. ————— The End And that’s the […]
The Kind Moon by Sara Teasdale
I think the moon is very kind To take such trouble just for me. He came along with me from home To keep me company. He went as fast as I could run; I wonder how he crossed the sky? I’m sure he hasn’t legs and feet Or any wings to fly. Yet here he […]