Sara Teasdale Short Quotes

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I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy.

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Of my own spirit let me be
in sole though feeble mastery.

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I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.

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Oh, beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?

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Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?

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I make the most of all that comes,
The least of all that goes.

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What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.

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One by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me.

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I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me.

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Life is a frail moth flying
Caught in the web of the years that pass.

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The world is tired, the year is old,
The faded leaves are glad to die.

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It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

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I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so.

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Old love, old love,
How can I be true?
Shall I be faithless to myself
Or to you?

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Places I love come back to me like music,
Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.

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The window-lights, myriads and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.

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My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

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A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.

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Oh, better than the minting
Of a gold-crowned king
Is the safe-kept memory
Of a lovely thing.

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

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Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.

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But oh, to him I loved
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the little open gate
That led thru heaven's wall.

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I send you my thoughts — the air between us is laden,
My thoughts fly in at your window, a flock of wild birds.

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

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For tho' I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

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