Sara Teasdale Poems

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
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I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
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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,
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There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
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My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
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I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
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Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
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The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
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Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?
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Two knights rode forth at early dawn
A-seeking maids to wed,
Said one, "My lady must be fair,
With gold hair on her head."
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