Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale

Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale

by Sara Teasdale In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever little daisies Always knew. Now the fields are brown and barren, Bitter…
Helen of Troy by Sara Teasdale

Helen of Troy by Sara Teasdale

by Sara Teasdale Wild flight on flight against the fading dawn The flames' red wings soar upward duskily. This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead That sparkled so…
Those Who Love by Sara Teasdale

Those Who Love by Sara Teasdale

Those Who Love by Sara Teasdale Those who love the most Do not talk of their love; Francesca, Guenevere, Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise In the fragrant gardens of heaven Are silent,…
The Blind by Sara Teasdale

The Blind by Sara Teasdale

by Sara Teasdale The birds are all a-building, They say the world's a-flower, And still I linger lonely Within a barren bower. I weave a web of fancies Of tears…