Sara Teasdale

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise

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 shall make the most of all that comes: And the least of all that goes

I shall make the most of all that comes: And the least of all that goes