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Sara Teasdale

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 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.

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Roses and Rue

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What do I care, in the dreams and… That my songs do not show me at al… For they are a fragrance, and I a… I am an answer, they are only a ca… But what do I care, for love will…
Because

Oh, because you never tried To bow my will or break my pride, And nothing of the cave-man made You want to keep me half afraid, Nor ever with a conquering air
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Eight O’€™clock

SUPPER comes at five o’clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes at eight o’clock’€” But eight o’clock is far. How could I bear my pain all day
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I have loved hours at sea, gray ci… 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,
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Crowned

I wear a crown invisible and clear… And go my lifted royal way apart Since you have crowned me softly i… With love that is half ardent, hal… And as a queen disguised might pas…
A Prayer

When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to take their stings
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A Maiden

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
At Sea

IN the pull of the wind I stand,… On the deck of a ship, rising, fal… Wild night around me, wild water u… Whipped by the storm, screaming an… Earth is hostile and the sea hosti…
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Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up,
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Old Love and New

In my heart the old love Struggled with the new, It was ghostly waking All night through. Dear things, kind things
Wild Asters

In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew. Now the fields are brown and barre…
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HOW many times we must have met Here on the street as strangers do… Children of chance we were, who pa… The door of heaven and never knew.



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