Sara Teasdale Poems

One by one, like leaves from a tree
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
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Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
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I

The Princess sings:
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When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire—
But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.
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All that could never be said,
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
Somewhere back of the sun;
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We stood in the shrill electric light,
Dumb and sick in the whirling din
We who had all of love to say
And a single second to say it in.
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Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
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Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;
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I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Thru all the years.
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Brown Thrush singing all day long
In the leaves above me,
Take my love this little song,
"Love me, love me, love me!"
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