Poems by Sara Teasdale
To L. R. E.
... How more than all they said your heart was kind, ...
The Storm
... While the darkness shook and the leaves were thinned ...
Open Windows
... Lift their soft boughs like the arms of a dancer, ...
For The Anniversary Of John Keats' Death
... Have hearts too kind to bid him wake from sleep, ...
Since There Is No Escape
... And hours alone too still and sure for prayer ...
Riches
... For thoughts, as well as gold, must be ...
Ebb Tide
... Come back like the sea with singing, ...
In The Train
... From which the rocks and stubble sleep, ...
The Old Maid
... Tho' love had never made them shine ...
The Coin
... Oh better than the minting ...
Love In Autumn
... The golden leaves that once were green, ...
Compensation
... As hushed and brief as a falling star ...
Summer Storm
... Under a tree We have met fate together ...
There Will Come Soft Rains
... There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, ...
Debtor
... And lifts its plumes of pride ...
