I shall gather myself into my self again, Sara Teasdale More Quotes by Sara Teasdale More Quotes From Sara Teasdale From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For 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 shininghousehands I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light,As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night. Sara Teasdale starslonelinesssong Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love -But you will not assuage him. He aloneOf all the gods will take no gifts from men. Sara Teasdale gods-willsongmen I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me. Sara Teasdale Life is but thought. Sara Teasdale brainythoughtlife
