Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
Sara TeasdaleLife 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.
Sara TeasdaleOh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.
Sara Teasdale