Sara Teasdale Poems

There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beutiful.
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I sought among the drifting leaves,
The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there
And peeping out between.
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How many million Aprils came
   Before I ever knew
How white a cherry bough could be,
   A bed of squills, how blue.
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We are apart; the city grows quiet between us,
She hushes herself, for midnight makes heavy her eyes,
The tangle of traffic is ended, the cars are empty,
Five streets divide us, and on them the moonlight lies.
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I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
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I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
Fusing them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
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I saw her in a Broadway car,
The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me.
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When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
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I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all--
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.
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They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, -
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