I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit. Sara Teasdale More Quotes by Sara Teasdale More Quotes From Sara Teasdale But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold. Sara Teasdale secret age water Ah, Aphrodite, if I sing no moreTo thee, God's daughter, powerful as God,It is that thou hast made my life too sweetTo hold the added sweetness of a song.There is a quiet at the heart of love,And I have pierced the pain and come to peace. Sara Teasdale daughter pain song O lovely chance, what can I doTo give my gratefulness to you?You rise between myself and meWith a wise persistency;I would have broken body and soul,But by your grace, still I am whole. Sara Teasdale broken wise giving I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow, Above me, endless space unfurled;With earth hidden and heaven hidden, And only my own spirit's prideTo keep me from the peace of those Who are not lonely, having died. Sara Teasdale tired space lonely The greenish sky glows up in misty reds, The purple shadows turn to brick and stone,The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds, And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone. Sara Teasdale dream sky men Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. Sara Teasdale old-time kind time If I am peaceful, I shall see Sara Teasdale peaceful one-day wine Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy Sara Teasdale scent men night Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery. Sara Teasdale sole mastery spirit Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you? Sara Teasdale faithless old-love being-true Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired. Sara Teasdale hush come-back-to-me tired Can I ever know you / Or you know me? Sara Teasdale know-me knows And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be. Sara Teasdale ecstasy gratitude giving Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her Sara Teasdale flames sorrow joy Spend all you have for loveliness. Sara Teasdale loveliness beauty My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Sara Teasdale rain spring morning All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard. Sara Teasdale sunset moon heart Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That Time cannot take Nor a thief purloin- O better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing. Sara Teasdale kings heart memories Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way. Sara Teasdale eye dream sleep Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn. Sara Teasdale rain heart night
