I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me. Sara Teasdale More Quotes by Sara Teasdale More Quotes From Sara Teasdale Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer. Sara Teasdale tiredmoonsummer I stood beside a hill Sara Teasdale starssnowlong A delicate fabric of bird song Sara Teasdale rainspringsong As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Sara Teasdale musicgardenblow With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality. Sara Teasdale musicshininghouse Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,All things are changed, save in the east,The faithful beauty of the stars. Sara Teasdale starsdreamwar Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be. Sara Teasdale whitebeautyyears 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. Sara Teasdale victorybravelife Take love when love is given. Sara Teasdale givenlove-islove The wind is tossing the lilacs, Sara Teasdale wallspringfall Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose. Sara Teasdale sorrowlovethinking The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die. Sara Teasdale autumntiredyears No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and precious stone, Lay it on your hot cheek, Let it hide your tear. Hold it like a crystal When you are alone And gaze in the depths of the icy stone. Long, look long and you will be blessed: No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed. Sara Teasdale precious-stonesblessedheart I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine. Sara Teasdale shiningseaworld The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you. Sara Teasdale emptyachearms The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards. Sara Teasdale flamesreadingthinking When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth. Sara Teasdale wisdomwiselife It is my heart that makes my songs, not I. Sara Teasdale heartsonglove Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again. Sara Teasdale heartmenlying As dew leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So has your love, my lover, Fresh as the dawn, Made me a shining road To travel on, Set every common sight Of tree or stone Delicately alight For me alone. Sara Teasdale weedstarssight
