A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring. — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me, And never kissed at all. Strephon's… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew.… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“It was a night of early spring, The winter-sleep was scarcely broken; Around us shadows and the wind Listened for what was… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
My theory is that poems are written because of a state of emotional irritation. It may be present for some time before… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark, In the hazy sunshine, the… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
“In Warsaw in Poland Half the world away, The one I love best of all Thought of me to-day; I know, for I went… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
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… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was not other creature… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,All things are changed, save in the east,The faithful beauty… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
“Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, BUt how will I give up the sky When… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
“I gave my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Through all the years. My first love… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
“On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars, In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
“ At Night Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
“It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes; The years… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
But what do I care, for love will be over so soon, Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
“ There Will Come Soft Rains There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
“I would not have a god come in To shield me suddenly from sin, And set my house of life to rights; Nor angels… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share
