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Twilight
Dreamily over the roofsThe cold spring rain is falling,Out in the lonely treeA bird is calling, calling.Slowly over the earthThe wings of night are..
© Sara Teasdale
The Wayfarer
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..
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Places
PLACES I love come back to me like music,Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;I see the oak woods at Saxton's flamingIn a flare of crimson by the..
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Summer Storm
THE panther windLeaps out of the night,The snake of lightningIs twisting and white,The lion of thunderRoars—and weSit still and contentUnder a..
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Driftwood
MY forefathers gave meMy spirit's shaken flame,The shape of hands, the beat of heart,The letters of my name.But it was my lovers,And not my sleeping..
© Sara Teasdale
Gray Fog
A FOG drifts in, the heavy ladenCold white ghost of the sea—One by one the hills go out,The road and the pepper-tree.I watch the fog float in at the..
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Effigy Of A Nun
Infinite gentleness, infinite ironyAre in this face with fast-sealed eyes,And round this mouth that learned in lonelinessHow useless their wisdom is..
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Song Iii
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..
© Sara Teasdale
Vignettes Overseas
I. Off GilbatrarBEYOND the sleepy hills of Spain,The sun goes down in yellow mist,The sky is fresh with dewy starsAbove a sea of amethyst.Yet in the..
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Meadowlarks
IN the silver light after a storm,Under dripping boughs of bright new green,I take the low path to hear the meadowlarksAlone and high-hearted as if I..
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The Love That Goes A-Begging
Oh Loves there are that enter in,And Loves there are that wait,And Loves that sit a-weepingWhose joy will come too late.For some there be that ope..
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Sonnet
I saw a ship sail forth at evening time;Her prow was gilded by the western fire,And all her rigging one vast golden lyre,For winds to play on to the..
© Sara Teasdale
Two Minds
Your mind and mine are such great lovers theyHave freed themselves from cautious human clay,And on wild clouds of thought, naked togetherThey ride..
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Lost Things
OH, I could let the world go by,Its loud new wonders and its wars,But how will I give up the skyWhen winter dusk is set with stars?And I could let..
© Sara Teasdale
Spring Torrents
WILL it always be like this until I am dead,Every spring must I bear it all againWith the first red haze of the budding maple boughs,And the first..
© Sara Teasdale
The Wind
A wind is blowing over my soul,I hear it cry the whole night thro' --Is there no peace for me on earthExcept with you?Alas, the wind has made me..
© Sara Teasdale
Sunset: St. Louis
HUSHED in the smoky haze of summer sunset,When I came home again from far-off places,How many times I saw my western cityDream by her river.Then for..
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The Meeting
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 meBefore he went his..
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Red Maples
IN the last year I have learnedHow few men are worth my trust;I have seen the friend I lovedStruck by death into the dust,And fears I never knew..
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Song Ii
Like some rare queen of old romanceWho loved the gleam of helm and lanceIs she.A harper of King Arthur's daysShould praise her in a hundred lays:The..
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Old Love And New
In my heart the old loveStruggled with the new,It was ghostly wakingAll night through.Dear things, kind thingsThat my old love said,Ranged themselves..
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The Years
To-night I close my eyes and seeA strange procession passing me--The years before I saw your faceGo by me with a wistful grace;They pass, the..
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In A Cuban Garden
HIBISCUS flowers are cups of fire,(Love me, my lover, life will not stay)The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind,A scarlet leaf is blowing away.A..
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Roses And Rue
Bring me the roses white and red,And take the laurel leaves away;Yea, wreathe the roses round my headThat wearies 'neath the crown of bay.'We..
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The Garden
MY heart is a garden tired with autumn,Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,The..
© Sara Teasdale