Sara Teasdale

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.

I have no riches but my thoughts Yet these are wealth enough for me.

I have no riches but my thoughts Yet these are wealth enough for me.

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 have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.

I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.