Sara Teasdale

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

— Sara Teasdale

Stephen kissed me in the spring,

— Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,

— Sara Teasdale

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful

— Sara Teasdale

It is strange how often a heart must be broken

— Sara Teasdale

Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us,

— Sara Teasdale

I have no riches but my thoughts,

— Sara Teasdale

Spend all you have for loveliness,

— Sara Teasdale

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,

— Sara Teasdale

You will recognize your own path

— Sara Teasdale

No one worth possessingCan be quite possessed.

— Sara Teasdale

This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead Who loves all beauty — yet I wither it.

— Sara Teasdale

And as I played, a child came thro' the gate, That sang so many songs for love of me.

— Sara Teasdale

Ah, Aphrodite, if I sing no more And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

— Sara Teasdale

We weep before the Blessed Mother's shrine, Yea, lack of love is bitterest of all.

— Sara Teasdale

All this grows bitter that was once so sweet, Whom Love so lashed, and with such cruel thongs.

— Sara Teasdale

Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love — Of all the gods will take no gifts from men.

— Sara Teasdale

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

— Sara Teasdale

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea, Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes.

— Sara Teasdale

For tho' I know he loves me,       As all the dreams I had.

— Sara Teasdale

With the man I love who loves me not       In the lights of Union Square.

— Sara Teasdale

There is no sign of leaf or bud,       The world is waiting for the spring.

— Sara Teasdale

I hope that when he smiles at me       To ever look my way again.

— Sara Teasdale

The greenish sky glows up in misty reds,       And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.

— Sara Teasdale

Oh, is it not enough to be Oh, beauty are you not enough?

— Sara Teasdale

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

— Sara Teasdale

I am the pool of gold Give me your stars to hold.

— Sara Teasdale

When I am dead and over me bright April       Than you are now.

— Sara Teasdale

I lift my heart as spring lifts up To living gold.

— Sara Teasdale

But oh, to him I loved       That led thru heaven's wall.

— Sara Teasdale

How should they know that Sappho lived and died Never so wholly loving nor at peace.

— Sara Teasdale

I have grown weary of the winds of heaven. The debt is paid and now I turn to go.

— Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell, Holding wonder like a cup.

— Sara Teasdale

Spend all you have for loveliness, Give all you have been, or could be.

— Sara Teasdale

But I will turn my eyes from you      And cannot wear in sober day.

— Sara Teasdale

If I can find out God, then I shall find Him,           A lamp in darkness.

— Sara Teasdale

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

— Sara Teasdale

I try to catch at many a tune Youth, or perfume or the moon's gold?

— Sara Teasdale

I should be glad of loneliness       On a winter night.

— Sara Teasdale

But you I never understood,       Ages ago in waters cold.

— Sara Teasdale

It will not hurt me when I am old,       It is the happy heart that breaks.

— Sara Teasdale

O lovely chance, what can I do But by your grace, still I am whole.

— Sara Teasdale

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree Would scarcely know that we were gone.

— Sara Teasdale

Sun-swept beaches with a light wind blowing The heart aches now as then.

— Sara Teasdale

Oh Earth, you gave me all I have,       Except my body after I die?

— Sara Teasdale

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

— Sara Teasdale

If I am peaceful, I shall see Rich as my lost eternity.

— Sara Teasdale