Sara Teasdale

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways read more

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the read more

Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.

Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.

Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.