Debt

What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirits wings
Nor gave my heart a song.

But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the little gate
That led through heaven’s wall.

More poems by Sara Teasdale

I Am Not Yours

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon, …
I Would Live in Your Love

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that
recedes; …
May

The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall, …
Love and Death

Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand …