Poems by Sara Teasdale
Old Tunes
... Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind ...
The New Moon
... As rain beats down the bright, proud sea, ...
In Spring, Santa Barbara
... The earth has turned its brown to green ...
Meadowlarks
... Who have known three things: the kiss in the night, ...
Love-Free
... I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, ...
To Eleonora Duse I
... Blown through the gateway of our hopes and fears ...
Winter Stars
... Seemed to have drenched my spirit's wings ...
Sappho III
... And leaves her warm sweet weight against my breast ...
On The Dunes
... If life was small, if it has made me scornful, ...
The Wanderer
... And I have loved the green, bright north, ...
The Lamp
... If none can find Him, then I shall sleep soundly, ...
Christmas Carol
... They brought Him little new-born lambs- ...
November
... Half glad to see our poor love pass ...
Advice To A Girl
... This truth, this hard and precious stone, ...
September Midnight
... The grasshoppers horn, and far-off, high in the maples, ...
