Sara Teasdale Poems

IF I must go to heaven's end
Climbing the ages like a stair,
Be near me and forever bend
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THE days remember and the nights remember
The kingly hours that once you made so great,
Deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor,
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Oh Litis, little slave, why will you sleep?
These long Egyptian noons bend down your head
Bowed like the yarrow with a yellow bee.
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I sang my songs for the rest,
For you I am still;
The tree of my song is bare
On its shining hill.
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DAY, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole—
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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;
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I am a pool in a peaceful place,
I greet the great sky face to face,
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon--
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I THOUGHT of you when I was wakened
By a wind that made me glad and afraid
Of the rushing, pouring sound of the sea
That the great trees made.
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THE world is resting without sound or motion,
Behind the apple tree the sun goes down
Painting with fire the spires and the windows
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I have remembered beauty in the night,
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
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