Poems by Sara Teasdale
The Garden
... The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten— ...
The Kiss
... His kiss was not so wonderful ...
Dusk In Autumn
... And now I know they're having tea, ...
The Lighted Window
... With covetous eyes I looked again at the marbles, ...
To Sappho I
... Wound thro' the groves to where the goddess stands, ...
Dew
... As dawn leaves the dry grass bright ...
April Song
... Still your leaves and hear me, ...
The Sea Wind
... The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green, ...
To The Years
... As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears ...
Moonlight
... When that is learned, then all is learned ...
Bells
... The bells of the mission down in the valley ...
Dusk In June
... The few first stars are white,- ...
I Love You
... And pipe the three words lightly ...
In A Restaurant
... The hour went by, we rose and turned to go, ...
Day And Night
... The one I love best of all ...
