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DreamySara Teasdale

Autumn

I shall remember only these leaves falling Small and incessant in the still air, Yellow leaves on the dark green water resting And the marble Venus there-- Is she pointing to her breasts or trying to hide them? There is no god to care. The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn water And its reflection seems Lost in the mass of leaves and unavailing As a dream lost among dreams; The colonnade curves close to the leaf-strewn water A dream lost among dreams.
DreamySara Teasdale

Mountain Water

You have taken a drink from a wild fountain Early in the year; There is nowhere to go from the top of a mountain But down, my dear; And the springs that flow on the floor of the valley Will never seem fresh or clear For thinking of the glitter of the mountain water In the feathery green of the year.
DreamySara Teasdale

Not by the Sea

Not by the sea, but somewhere in the hills, Not by the sea, but in the uplands surely There must be rest where a dim pool demurely Watches all night the stern slow-moving skies; Not by the sea, that never was appeased, Not by the sea, whose immemorial longing Shames the tired earth where even longing dies, Not by the sea that bore Iseult and Helen, But in a dark green hollow of the hills There must be sleep, even for sleepless eyes.
DreamySara Teasdale

She Who Could Bind You

She who could bind you Could bind fire to a wall; She who could hold you Could hold a waterfall; She who could keep you Could keep the wind from blowing On a warm spring night With a low moon glowing.
DreamySara Teasdale

Those Who Love

Those who love the most, Do not talk of their love, Francesca, Guinevere, Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise, In the fragrant gardens of heaven Are silent, or speak if at all Of fragile, inconsequent things. And a woman I used to know Who loved one man from her youth, Against the strength of the fates Fighting in somber pride, Never spoke of this thing, But hearing his name by chance, A light would pass over her face.

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