Sara Teasdale Poems

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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PEOPLE that I meet and pass
In the city's broken roar,
Faces that I lose so soon
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It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
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It was April when you came
The first time to me,
And my first look in your eyes
Was like my first look at the sea.
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IF I were a bee and you were a rose,
Would you let me in when the gray wind blows?
Would you hold your petals wide apart,
Would you let me in to find your heart,
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Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
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Hope went by and Peace went by
And would not enter in;
Youth went by and Health wnt by
And Love that is their kin.
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What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call.
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Night is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars
That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold.
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Mary sat in the corner dreaming,
Dim was the room and low,
While in the dusk, the saw went screaming
To and fro.
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