Poems by Sara Teasdale
After Death
... Their words must stay unsaid, ...
Youth And The Pilgrim
... Then plunge your sword within your breast ...
The Nights Remember
... Deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor, ...
The Wind In The Hemlock
... From their frail nest the robins rouse, ...
To One Away
... I send you back this word, ...
Lost Things
... Their changing customs and their creeds, ...
The Return
... Madeleine Still wept against the glory of her hair, ...
Desert Pools
... Where stars stare down with sharpened faces ...
At Sea
... Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling ...
A Song Of The Princess
... And tho' the others praise and plead, ...
From The North
... I would go back and breathe with quickened sense ...
Redbirds
... Wild plum-tree And proud river sweeping ...
Four Winds
... "Wound the heart within his breast," ...
Gifts
... My first love gave me singing, ...
Wild Asters
... Now the fields are brown and barren, ...
