Poems by Sara Teasdale
Spray
... I KNEW you thought of me all night, ...
Beatrice
... ,p> The room is filled with lights - with waving lights - ...
Faults
... Oh, they were blind, too blind to see ...
The Look
... Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, ...
May Day
... "All of the flower girl's lilies ...
To Rose
... White and glowing, pink and new, ...
Chance
... Children of chance we were, who passed ...
To Eleonora Duse II
... Your voice awakes the dreaming airs that throng ...
The Inn Of Earth
... "Since there is neither food nor rest, ...
The Answer
... Loving the storm that sways her&mdash ...
Spring Torrents
... With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs, ...
The Long Hill
... But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen ...
On The Death Of Swinburne
... From strangely fashioned harps slow golden tones he wrung ...
The Heart's House
... Upon the door. I longed to bid you come within, ...
The Metropolitan Tower
... Nor know that in my heart Love's birth ...
