Alchemy (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) I lift my heart as spring lifts up A yellow daisy to the rain... continue reading
At Night (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) We are apart; the city grows quiet between us, She hushes herself, for midnight makes heavy her eyes... continue reading
Barter (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendidthings... continue reading
Compensation (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings... continue reading
Desert Pools (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) I love too much; I am a river Surging with spring that seeks the sea, I am too generous a giver, Love will not stoop to drink of me. continue reading
Flight, The (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, Lift me up in your love as a light wing lifts a swallow... continue reading
Gift, The (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) All that I have are gifts of your giving If I give them again, you would find them old, And your soul would weary of always living Before the mirror my life would hold. continue reading
I Am Not Yours (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. continue reading
I Remembered (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) There never was a mood of mine, Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull... continue reading
I Shall Not Care (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. continue reading
