Sara Teasdale Poems

I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!
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Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.
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The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.
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Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
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There! See the line of lights,
A chain of stars down either side the street --
Why can't you lift the chain and give it to me,
A necklace for my throat? I'd twist it round
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I

I cannot heed the words they say,
The lights grow far away and dim,
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Willow in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my dreaming?
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I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.
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If I could have your arms tonight-
But half the world and the broken sea
Lie between you and me.
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Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
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