Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying. 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 tired moon summer I stood beside a hill Sara Teasdale stars snow long A delicate fabric of bird song Sara Teasdale rain spring song As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Sara Teasdale music garden blow 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 music shining house 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 stars dream war 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 white beauty years 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 victory brave life Take love when love is given. Sara Teasdale given love-is love The wind is tossing the lilacs, Sara Teasdale wall spring fall Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose. Sara Teasdale sorrow love thinking The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die. Sara Teasdale autumn tired years 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-stones blessed heart 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 shining sea world The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you. Sara Teasdale empty ache arms 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 flames reading thinking 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 wisdom wise life It is my heart that makes my songs, not I. Sara Teasdale heart song love 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 heart men lying 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 weed stars sight
