Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

The Ghost


I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.

I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear --
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.

I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word --
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.

Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die -- but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . . .

I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love's glory, --
But my eyes were suddenly afraid.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • * Sunprincess * (8/23/2014 9:44:00 PM)

    ...........another part of her life story....and the love which wasn't spoken is like a ghost....wonder if he had feelings of not being good enough....I read in her biography vachel lindsey had these feelings.... (Report) Reply

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