Sara Teasdale

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

Crowned - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I wear a crown invisible and clear,
And go my lifted royal way apart
Since you have crowned me softly in your heart
With love that is half ardent, half austere;
And as a queen disguised might pass anear
The bitter crowd that barters in a mart,
Veiling her pride while tears of pity start,
I hide my glory thru a jealous fear.
My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thing
Kept pure with prayer at evensong and morn,
And when you come to take it from my head,
I shall not weep, nor will a word be said,
But I shall kneel before you, oh my king,
And bind my brow forever with a thorn.


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/24/2015 12:21:00 AM)


    The bitter crowd that barters in a mart,
    Veiling her pride while tears of pity start,
    I hide my glory thru a jealous fear.
    My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thing
    Kept pure with prayer at evensong and morn,
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  • (1/2/2008 12:57:00 AM)


    I thought this was not one of her better ones, however once again, a classic of how she loved unconditional. Her invisiable Crown was how he made her feel, and yet how sad at the same token.
    Bonnie
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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