“ At Night Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ There Will Come Soft Rains There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ Message I heard a cry in the night, A thousand miles it came, Sharp as a flash of light, My name,… — 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 Net I made you many and many a song, Yet never one told all you are-- It was as though… — 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 poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us, Snow-hushed and heartless.” — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ Only In Sleep Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ Wisdom When I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ The Long Hill I must have passed the crest a while ago And now I am going down-- Strange to have… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ There Will Be Stars There will be stars over the place forever; Though the house we loved and the street we… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“And when you spoke to me, I did not know That to my life's high altar came its priest.” — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ A Boy Out of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ If I Must Go If I must go to heaven's end Climbing the ages like a stair, Be near me and… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“ Desert Pools I love too much; I am a river Surging with spring that seeks the sea, I am too generous… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“ 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 Image
“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 Image
