192 Quotes by Sara Teasdale

Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain–But what if I heard my first love calling me again?Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,Take me far away to the hills that hide your home;Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door–But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,And walking up the long beach all aloneI heard the waves breaking in measured thunderAs you and I once heard their monotone.Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond meThe cold and sparkling silver of the sea–We two will pass through death and age lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.

On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars,In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,You led down a path whose turnings you knew in the darkness,But the scent of the dew-dripping cedars was all that I knew.I drank of the darkness, I was fed with the honey of fragrance,I was glad of my life, the drawing of breath was sweet;I heard your voice, you said, 'Look down, see the glow-worm!'It was there before me, a small star white at my feet.

I gave my first love laughter,I gave my second tears,I gave my third love silenceThrough all the years.My first love gave me singing,My second eyes to see,But oh, it was my third loveWho gave my soul to me.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart must be brokenBefore the years can make it wise.

EnoughIt is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea -- It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.

V. Night Song At AmafiI asked the heaven of starsWhat I should give my love–It answered me with silence,Silence above.I asked the darkened seaDown where the fishers go–It answered me with silence,Silence below.Oh, I could give him weeping,Or I could give him song–But how can I give silence My whole life long?

There will be stars over the place forever;Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost,Every time the earth circles her orbitOn the night the autumn equinox is crossed,Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnightWill reach their zenith; stillness will be deep;There will be stars over the place forever,There will be stars forever, while we sleep.

Evening: New YorkBlue dust of evening over my city,Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.