Sara Teasdale

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

Roundel - Poem by Sara Teasdale

If he could know my songs are all for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening glow,
Would he not smile and think it but a whim,
If he could know?

Or would his heart rejoice and overflow,
As happy brooks that break their icy rim
When April's horns along the hillsides blow?

I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so;
And yet to-night our fate would seem less grim
If he could know.


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  • (4/9/2016 8:30:00 AM)


    .......thoughts of an admirer, beautifully penned ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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