Song (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. continue reading
Spring Night (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me? My throat should ache with praise, and I Should kneel in joy beneath the sky. continue reading
Spring Rain (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) With the wild spring rain and thunder My heart was wild and gay... continue reading
Stars (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy and still... continue reading
There Will Come Soft Rains (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; continue reading
