Poems by Sara Teasdale
After Parting
... And I have winged it with desire, ...
Dust
... I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire ...
What Do I Care?
... What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, ...
My Heart Is Heavy
... In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen, ...
Sleepless
... The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyard ...
Gray Eyes
... Was like my first look at the sea ...
At Midnight
... Even love that I built my spirit's house for, ...
It Will Not Change
... Death will not alter it, ...
Longing
... Without the joy it longed to know ...
Enough
... To walk the same bright earth with him ...
Understanding
... And all their thoughts have come to be ...
Tonight
... And I for you.The moon is a flower without a stem, ...
The Fountain
... Their dreams were strange and dim ...
But Not To Me
... Love comes to-night to all the rest, ...
If Death Is Kind
... We will come down at night to these resounding beaches ...
