Sara Teasdale

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

Come - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with outstretched arms to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying
Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two,so warm and eager,
Will be as the gray stones in the grass.


Comments about Come by Sara Teasdale

  • Rajnish Manga (12/25/2016 12:12:00 PM)


    One year has passed and I am again here reading and appreciating the philosophy of life so beautifully expressed in the poem. Thanks, Sara. (Report) Reply

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  • Rajnish Manga (12/24/2015 8:55:00 PM)


    Nice configurations about life, its fleeting moments, joys and end of journey. Loved reading it.
    Come, for life is a frail moth flying
    Caught in the web of the years that pass,
    (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2015 7:34:00 AM)


    A beautiful poem with profound meaning. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/24/2015 12:20:00 AM)


    And soon we two, so warm and eager,
    Will be as the gray stones in the grass.
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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