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Three Poems By Sara Teasdale

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 Stars
   Alone in the night
   On a dark hill
   With pines around me
   Spicy and still

   And a heaven full of stars
   Over my head
   White and topaz
   And misty red;

   Myriads with beating
   Hearts of fire
   That aeons
   Cannot vex or tire

   Up the dome of heaven
   Like a great hill
   I watch them marching
   Stately and still

   And I know that I
   Am honored to be
   Witness
   Of so much majesty


There Will Come Soft Rains

   There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
   And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

   And frogs in the pool singing at night,
   And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

   Robins will wear their feathery fire,
   Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

   And not one will know of the war, not one,
   Will care at last when it is done.

   Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
   If mankind perished utterly;

   And Spring herself when she woke at dawn,
   Would scarcely know that we were gone.


Peace

   Peace flows into me
   As the tide to the pool by the shore;
   It is mine forevermore,
   It will not ebb like the sea.

   I am the pool of blue
   That worships the vivid sky;
   My hopes were heaven-high,
   They are all fulfilled in you.

   I am the pool of gold
   When sunset burns and dies --
   You are my deepening skies;
   Give me your stars to hold.

 

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