Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale
(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)
Poems by Sara Teasdale : 245 / 316
The Poor House - Poem by Sara Teasdale
Hope went by and Peace went by
And would not enter in;
Youth went by and Health wnt by
And Love that is their kin.
Those within the house shed tears
On their bitter bread;
Some were old and some were mad,
And some were sick a-bed.
Gray Death saw the wretched house
And even he passed by--
"They have never lived," he said,
"They can wait to die."
Poems by Sara Teasdale : 245 / 316
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Read poems about / on: sick, house, peace, hope, death, love
Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003
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