Poems by Sara Teasdale
When Love Goes
... "Drink of the draught I brew for thee, ...
Only In Sleep
... The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, ...
Triolets
... There waits some lonelier goddess ...
The Net
... It was as though I curved my hand ...
The Silent Battle
... W. T. Jr.) HE was a soldier in that fight ...
Twilight
... My heart like the bird in the tree ...
The Broken Field
... Where grass and bending flowers ...
Dream Song
... The warmth had hurt the tender thing, ...
Swans
... Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold, ...
A Boy
... Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, ...
February
... I heard . . . oh voiceless trees ...
Peace
... As the tide to the pool by the shore ...
The India Wharf
... Forever the foreign people with dark, deep-seeing eyes ...
Fault
... Your faults had made me love you more ...
