192 Quotes by Sara Teasdale

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.

If I can sing, I still am free.

Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy.

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies – You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold.

Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me.

Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow’s flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night.

I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone.

With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit’s sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.

Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her.