1
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, I am an answer, they are only a callSara Teasdale
2
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasySara Teasdale
3
Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of MayShining after the rain?Sara Teasdale
4
I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes– It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.Sara Teasdale