Poems by Sara Teasdale
A Fantasy
... Her thoughts are like the lotus ...
By The Sea
... I watch the changeful lighthouse gleam ...
New Love and Old
... Fixed on me. Old love, old love, ...
Testament
... " "I will lie no more in the night ...
Hidden Love
... But sometimes when he dreams at night ...
August Moonrise
... While the hills were darkened, fold on fold ...
Sappho II
... and delicate With filmy nets of foam that come and go ...
The Blind
... The wind would blow between my hands ...
Snow Song
... To my dear Where he comes through the snow ...
Song II
... Could be. And very queen-like, too, the smile ...
The Treasure
... "Poor soul, wistful soul, ...
Gray Fog
... There is nothing to hope for, I am tired, ...
Pierrot
... That Pierrot loves his music, ...
The Carpenter's Son
... Voices that called with ceaseless crying, ...
A Winter Bluejay
... "Oh look!" There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple, ...
