Sara Teasdale May Poems

The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
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Wind and hail and veering rain,
Driven mist that veils the day,
Soul's distress and body's pain,
I would bear you while I may.
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The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
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I said, "I have shut my heart
As one shuts an open door,
That Love may starve therein
And trouble me no more."
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The shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The prancing dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
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