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There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from
me； Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering； Swept as a sea…bird out to sea。
Other Men
When I talk with other men I always think of you Your words are
keener than their words； And they are gentler； too。
When I look at other men； I wish your face were there； With its gray
eyes and dark skin And tossed black hair。
When I think of other men； Dreaming alone by day； The thought of
you like a strong wind Blows the dreams away。
Embers
I said； 〃My youth is gone Like a fire beaten out by the rain； That will
never sway and sing Or play with the wind again。〃
I said； 〃It is no great sorrow That quenched my youth in me； But
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only little sorrows Beating ceaselessly。〃
I thought my youth was gone； But you returned Like a flame at the
call of the wind It leaped and burned；
Threw off its ashen cloak； And gowned anew Gave itself like a bride
Once more to you。
Message
I heard a cry in the night； A thousand miles it came； Sharp as a flash
of light； My name； my name！
It was your voice I heard； You waked and loved me so I send you
back this word； I know； I know！
The Lamp
If I can bear your love like a lamp before me； When I go down the
long steep Road of Darkness； I shall not fear the everlasting shadows；Nor
cry in terror。
If I can find out God； then I shall find Him； If none can find Him； then
I shall sleep soundly； Knowing how well on earth your love sufficed me；A
lamp in darkness。
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IV
A November Night
There！ See the line of lights； A chain of stars down either side the
street Why can't you lift the chain and give it to me； A necklace for my
throat？ I'd twist it round And you could play with it。 You smile at me
As though I were a little dreamy child Behind whose eyes the fairies
live。 。 。 。 And see； The people on the street look up at us All envious。
We are a king and queen； Our royal carriage is a motor bus； We watch our
subjects with a haughty joy。 。 。 。 How still you are！ Have you been hard
at work And are you tired to…night？ It is so long Since I have seen you
four whole days； I think。 My heart is crowded full of foolish thoughts Like
early flowers in an April meadow； And I must give them to you； all of
them； Before they fade。 The people I have met； The play I saw； the
trivial； shifting things That loom too big or shrink too little； shadows That
hurry； gesturing along a wall； Haunting or gay and yet they all grow real
And take their proper size here in my heart When you have seen them。 。 。 。
There's the Plaza now； A lake of light！ To…night it almost seems That all
the lights are gathered in your eyes； Drawn somehow toward you。 See
the open park Lying below us with a million lamps Scattered in wise
disorder like the stars。 We look down on them as God must look down On
constellations floating under Him Tangled in clouds。 。 。 。 Come； then；
and let us walk Since we have reached the park。 It is our garden； All
black and blossomless this winter night； But we bring April with us； you
and I； We set the whole world on the trail of spring。 I think that every path
we ever took Has marked our footprints in mysterious fire； Delicate gold
that only fairies see。 When they wake up at dawn in hollow tree…trunks
And come out on the drowsy park； they look Along the empty paths and
say； 〃Oh； here They went； and here； and here； and here！ Come； see； Here
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is their bench； take hands and let us dance About it in a windy ring and
make A circle round it only they can cross When they come back
again！〃 。 。 。 Look at the lake Do you remember how we watched the
swans That night in late October while they slept？ Swans must have
stately dreams； I think。 But now The lake bears only thin reflected lights
That shake a little。 How I long to take One from the cold black water
new…made gold To give you in your hand！ And see； and see； There is a
star； deep in the lake； a star！ Oh； dimmer than a pearl if you stoop down
Your hand could almost reach it up to me。 。 。 。
There was a new frail yellow moon to…night I wish you could have
had it for a cup With stars like dew to fill it to the brim。 。 。 。
How cold it is！ Even the lights are cold； They have put shawls of fog
around them； see！ What if the air should grow so dimly white That we
would lose our way along the paths Made new by walls of moving mist
receding The more we follow。 。 。 。 What a silver night！ That was our
bench the time you said to me The long new poem but how different
now； How eerie with the curtain of the fog Making it strange to all the
friendly trees！ There is no wind； and yet great curving scrolls Carve
themselves； ever changing； in the mist。 Walk on a little； let me stand here
watching To see you； too； grown strange to me and far。 。 。 。 I used to
wonder how the park would be If one night we could have it all alone
No lovers with close arm…encircled waists To whisper and break in upon
our dreams。 And now we have it！ Every wish comes true！ We are alone
now in a fleecy world； Even the stars have gone。 We two alone！
＇End of Love Songs。＇
｛As an item of interest to the reader； the following； which was at the
end of this edition； is included。 Only the advertisement for the same author
is included｝。
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By the same author
Rivers to the Sea
〃There is hardly another American woman…poet whose poetry is
generally known and loved like that of Sara Teasdale。 ‘Rivers to the Sea'；
her latest volume of lyrics； possesses the delicacy of imagery； the inward
illumination； the high vision that characterize the poetry that will endure
the test of time。〃 ‘Review of Reviews'。
〃‘Rivers to the Sea' is a book of sheer delight。 。 。 。 Her touch turns
everything to song。〃 Edward J。 Wheeler； in ‘Current Opinion'。
〃Sara Teasdale's lyrics have the clarity； the precision； the grace and
fragrance of flowers。〃 Harriet Monroe； in ‘Poetry'。
〃Sara Teasdale has a genius for the song； for the perfect lyric； in which
the words seem to have fallen into place without art or effort。〃 Louis
Untermeyer； in ‘The Chicago Evening Post'。
〃‘Rivers to the Sea' is the best book of pure lyrics that has appeared in
English since A。 E。 Housman's ‘A Shropshire Lad'。〃 William Marion
Reedy； in ‘The Mirror'。
〃‘Rivers to the Sea' is the most beautiful book of pure lyrics that has
come to my hand in years。〃 ‘Los Angeles Graphic'。
〃Sara Teasdale sings about love better than any other contemporary
American poet。〃 ‘The Boston Transcript'。
〃‘Rivers to the Sea' is the most charming volume of poetry that has
appeared on either side of the Atlantic in a score of years。〃 ‘St。 Louis
Republic'。
Sara Teasdale （1884…1933）：
Teasdale was born in St。 Louis； Missouri； where she attended a school
that was founded by the grandfather of another great poet from St。 Louis
T。 S。 Eliot。 She later associated herself more with New York City。 Her
first book of poems was 〃Sonnets to Duse〃 （1907）； ＇at least one poem in
the current volume； 〃Faults〃； is from this book；＇ but 〃Helen of Troy〃 （1911）
was the true launch of her career； followed by 〃Rivers to the Sea〃 （1915）；