Poems by Sara Teasdale
Effigy Of A Nun
... She was one of those who hoard their own thoughts lovingly, ...
When Love was Born
... And whiles he smiled and whiles would play ...
Young Love
... VIII The world is cold and gray and wet, ...
A Little While
... Back to the nothingness that is their home ...
The Song Maker
... For while I sang - ah swift and strange! ...
Snowfall
... "The smiles are like stars in her eyes, ...
Spring In War Time
... The apple-blooms will shed their breath -- ...
May Night
... The world is brimmed with moonlight, ...
The Rose
... I heard his lute the whole night thru ...
Lights
... Sense of the lives behind each yellow light, ...
The Flight
... Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door- ...
Stars
... The aeons Cannot vex or tire ...
Fear
... And thrilled so with the sense of sound and touch, - ...
The Faery Forest
... And dreaming thro' the dew-fall ...
The Lights Of New York
... With rain-quenched torches dripping thru the town- ...
