Sara Teasdale

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough;

Fields beneath a quilt of snow From which the rocks and stubble sleep,
And in the west a shy white star That shivers as it wakes from deep
The restless rumble of the train,
The drowsy people in the car,

My soul lives in my body's house,
And you have both the house and her —But sometimes she is less your own Than a wild, gay adventurer;
A restless and an eager wraith,
How can I tell what she will do —Oh,

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a
That gave me heaven for an hour;

If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go —Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow
Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and
The head that lay against your kne...

Child, child, love while you
The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man;
Never fear though it break your heart —Out of the wound new joy will start;
Only love proudly and gladly and well,

I
VE been happy two weeks together,
My love is coming home to me,
Gold and silver is the

Across the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And glimmered gold against the gloom

I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the laughter in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know My love that never dies
But sometimes when he dreams at night Of fragrant forests green and dim,

Two knights rode forth at early dawn A-seeking maids to wed,
Said one, "My lady must be fair,
With gold hair on her head
"Then spake the other knight-at-arms: "I care not for her face,

How many million Aprils
Before I ever
How white a cherry bough could be,
A bed of squills, how blue

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea