Sara Teasdale Poems

You took my empty dreams
And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
April and the sun.
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Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.
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Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,
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Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.
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Across the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And glimmered gold against the gloom.
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The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
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Send out the singers -- let the room be still;
They have not eased my pain nor brought me sleep.
Close out the sun, for I would have it dark
That I may feel how black the grave will be.
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Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,
Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,
Let our flight be far in sun or windy rain--
But what if I heard my first love calling me again?
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It will not change now
After so many years;
Life has not broken it
With parting or tears;
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Beside an ebbing northern sea
While stars awaken one by one,
We walk together, I and he.
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