192 Quotes by Sara Teasdale

I would not have a god come in To shield me suddenly from sin, And set my house of life to rights; Nor angels with bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things; Rather my own frail guttering lights Wind blown and nearly beaten out; Rather the terror of the nights And long, sick groping after doubt; Rather be lost than let my soul Slip vaguely from my own control -- Of my own spirit let me be In sole though feeble mastery.

A BoyOut of the noise of tired people working,Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead,His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them,Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes--Men die by millions now, because God blunders,Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.

Every time that love has made me weep,I have rejoiced that love could be so strong.

I know the stars by their names,Aldebaran, Altair,And I know the path they takeUp heaven's broad blue stair.I know secrets of menBy the look of their eyes,Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughtsHave made me sad and wise.But your eyes are dark to meThough they seem to call and call–I cannot tell if you love meOr do not love me at all.I know many things,But the years come and go,I shall die not knowingThe thing I long to know.

You took my empty dreamsAnd filled them every oneWith tenderness and nobleness,April and the sun.The old empty dreamsWhere my thoughts would throngAe far too full of happinessTo even hold a song.Oh, the empty dreams were dimAnd the empty dreams were wide,They were sweet and shadowy housesWhere my thoughts could hide.

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; Never fear the thing you feel-Only by love is life made real; Love, for the deadly sins are seven, Only through love will you enter heaven.

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

Only In SleepOnly in sleep I see their faces,Children I played with when I was a child,Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,Annie with ringlets warm and wild.Only in sleep Time is forgotten --What may have come to them, who can know?Yet we played last night as long ago,And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,I met their eyes and found them mild --Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,And for them am I too a child?

Your eyes drink of me,Love makes them shine,Your eyes that leanSo close to mine.We have long been lovers,We know the range Of each other's moodsAnd how they change;But when we look At each other soThen we feel How little we know;The spirit eludes us,Timid and free–Can I ever know youOr you know me?