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A Little While

A little while when I am gone

My life will live in music after me,

As spun foam lifted and borne on

After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A while these nights and days will burn

In song with the bright frailty of foam,

Living in light before they turn

Back to the nothingness that is their home.

Sara Teasdale

In Spring, Santa Barbara

I HAVE been happy two weeks together,

My love is coming home to me,

Gold and silver is the weather

And smooth as lapis is the sea.

The earth has turned its brown to green

After three nights of humming rain,

And in the valleys peck and preen

Linnets with a scarlet stain.

Sara Teasdale

Roses And Rue

Bring me the roses white and red,

And take the laurel leaves away;

Yea, wreathe the roses round my head

That wearies 'neath the crown of bay.

"We searched the wintry forests thro'

And found no roses anywhere—

But we have brought a little rue

To twine a circlet for your hair."

Sara Teasdale

Alone

I am alone, in spite of love,

In spite of all I take and give—

In spite of all your tenderness,

Sometimes I am not glad to live.

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;

Sara Teasdale

Jewels

If I should see your eyes again,

I know how far their look would go —

Back to a morning in the park

With sapphire shadows on the snow.

Or back to oak trees in the spring

When you unloosed my hair and kissed

The head that lay against your knees

In the leaf shadow's amethyst.

Sara Teasdale

The Inn Of Earth

I came to the crowded Inn of Earth,

And called for a cup of wine,

But the Host went by with averted eye

From a thirst as keen as mine.

Then I sat down with weariness

And asked a bit of bread,

But the Host went by with averted eye

And never a word he said.

Sara Teasdale

I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April

Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,

Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,

I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful

When rain bends down the bough;

And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted

Than you are now.

Sara Teasdale

Wisdom

When I have ceased to break my wings

Against the faultiness of things,

And learned that compromises wait

Behind each hardly opened gate,

When I have looked 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

Child, Child

Child, child, love while you can

The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man;

Never fear though it break your heart —

Out of the wound new joy will start;

Only love proudly and gladly and well,

Though love be heaven or love be hell.

Child, child, love while you may,

For life is short as a happy day;

Sara Teasdale

A Ballad Of The Two Knights

Two knights rode forth at early dawn

A-seeking maids to wed,

Said one, "My lady must be fair,

With gold hair on her head."

Then spake the other knight-at-arms:

"I care not for her face,

But she I love must be a dove

For purity and grace."

Sara Teasdale

Leaves

One by one, like leaves from a tree

All my faiths have forsaken me;

But the stars above my head

Burn in white and delicate red,

And beneath my feet the earth

Brings the sturdy grass to birth.

I who was content to be

But a silken-singing tree,

Sara Teasdale

Love Songs

I have remembered beauty in the night,

Against black silences I waked to see

A shower of sunlight over Italy

And green Ravello dreaming on her height;

I have remembered music in the dark,

The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,

And running water singing on the rocks

When once in English woods I heard a lark.

Sara Teasdale