Poems by Sara Teasdale
The Tree Of Song
... For you came like a lordly wind, ...
The Sanctuary
... I could look even at God with grave forgiving eyes ...
Song I
... You bound strong sandals on my feet, ...
The River
... And I cried to the windless valleys, ...
Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio
... Would that swift Daphne's lot might come to me, ...
Pierrot's Song
... ) The petals are falling, heavy with dew, ...
The Unchanging
... Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men ...
Arcturus
... And the same thought he gave to them ...
The Solitary
... Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue ...
The Shrine
... My thoughts like steady incense rise ...
Dead Love
... And touch for once your clinging hand, ...
The Kind Moon
... Perhaps he thinks it isn't right ...
Spring
... Oh dearest and most foolish friend, ...
The House Of Dreams
... But through the chinks and round the door ...
A Prayer
... To my soul's full depth and length, ...
