Sara Teasdale

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

Gifts - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Thru all the years.

My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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