Sara Teasdale

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

To The Years - Poem by Sara Teasdale

To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me--
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.

The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart--
Oh sensitive shy years, oh lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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