Poems by Sara Teasdale
Union Square
... Past the fiery lights of the picture shows — ...
Less Than The Cloud To The Wind
... Am I to thee. More than the star to the night, ...
In the Carpenter's Shop
... While in the dusk, the saw went screaming ...
The Dreams Of My Heart
... With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten ...
Over the Roofs
... Oh chimes in the tower ring clear and free! ...
February Twilight
... I stood and watched the evening star ...
Spring Night
... My throat should ache with praise, and I ...
Erinna
... But to me My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind ...
To Dick, On His Sixth Birthday
... How too much life, like too much gold, ...
The Wine
... Who sought in Beauty the bright wine ...
The Prayer
... " My heart made answer: "You are fair, ...
Morning
... Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, ...
Madeira From The Sea
... High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers, ...
Helen Of Troy
... And they shall stretch their arms and starting, wake ...
The Wayfarer
... But when he begged that he might stay, ...
