Sara Teasdale – Song At Capri

When beauty grows too great to bear How shall I ease me of its ache, For beauty more than bitterness Makes the heart break. Now while I watch the dreaming sea With isles like flowers against her breast, Only one voice in all the world Could give me rest....

Sara Teasdale – There Will Come Soft Rain

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And...

Sara Teasdale – Love In Autumn

I sought among the drifting leaves, The golden leaves that once were green, To see if Love were hiding there And peeping out between. For thro' the silver showers of May And thro' the summer's heavy heat, In vain I sought his golden head And light, fast-flying feet. Perhaps...

Sara Teasdale – After Love

There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you. You were the wind and I the sea - There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool Beside the shore. But though the pool is safe from storm And from...

Sara Teasdale – Advice To A Girl

No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and precious stone, Lay it on your hot cheek, Let it hide your tear. Hold it like a crystal When you are alone And gaze in the depths of the icy stone. Long,...

Sara Teasdale – Helen Of Troy

Wild flight on flight against the fading dawn The flames' red wings soar upward duskily. This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead That sparkled so the day I saw it first, And darkened slowly after. I am she Who loves all beauty -- yet I wither it. Why have the high...

Sara Teasdale – After Parting

Oh I have sown my love so wide That he will find it everywhere; It will awake him in the night, It will enfold him in the air. I set my shadow in his sight And I have winged it with desire, That it may be a cloud by day And in the night a shaft of fire....

Sara Teasdale – In A Restaurant

The darkened street was muffled with the snow,The falling flakes had made your shoulders white,And when we found a shelter from the nightIts glamor fell upon us like a blow.The clash of dishes and the viol and bowMingled beneath the fever of the light.The heat was full of savors,...

Sara Teasdale – A Winter Night

My window-pane is starred with frost,The world is bitter cold to-night,The moon is cruel, and the windIs like a two-edged sword to smite.God pity all the homeless ones,The beggars pacing to and fro.God pity all the poor to-nightWho walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.My room...