With my singing I can make, a refuge for my spirit's sake; a house of shining words, to be my fragile immortality.
Sara TeasdaleLove in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night
Sara TeasdaleThe grass is waking in the ground, / Soon it will rise and blow in waves - / How can it have the heart to sway / Over the graves, / New graves?
Sara Teasdale