Sara Teasdale

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

Hidden Love - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the laughter in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.

But sometimes when he dreams at night
Of fragrant forests green and dim,
It may be that my love crept out
And brought the dream to him.

And sometimes when his heart is sick
And suddenly grows well again,
It may be that my love was there
To free his life of pain.


Comments about Hidden Love by Sara Teasdale

  • (1/1/2010 9:52:00 PM)


    sometimes goodbye is a painful way of saying I love you...
    be like a soldier that knows when to fight and knows when to surrender...
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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