Sara Teasdale Poems

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
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I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
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The wide, bright temple of the world I found,
And entered from the dizzy infinite
That I might kneel and worship thee in it;
Leaving the singing stars their ceaseless round
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Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
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Deep in the night the cry of a swallow,
Under the stars he flew,
Keen as pain was his call to follow
Over the world to you.
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I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the laughter in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.
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Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
Are never really won.
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There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beutiful.
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I sought among the drifting leaves,
The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there
And peeping out between.
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