Three Poems By Sara Teasdale

 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.

 

[sportwoman]

Good reading! Wonderful!