Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

A Maiden - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his casement fine.

And if I were the little bird
That twitters on the tree,
All day I'd sing my love for him
Till he should harken me.

But since I am a maiden
I go with downcast eyes,
And he will never hear the songs
That he has turned to sighs.

And since I am a maiden
My love will never know
That I could kiss him with a mouth
More red than roses blow.


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  • (9/12/2008 2:09:00 AM)


    yawn? This poem is tremendous! (Report) Reply

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  • (10/14/2007 10:27:00 AM)


    yawn
    -midnight maiden
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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