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I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

Sara Teasdale

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Sara Teasdale
Age: 48 †
Born: 1884
Born: August 8
Died: 1933
Died: January 29
Poet
Writer
St. Louis
Missouri
Sara Teasdale Filsinger
Sara Trevor Teasdale
Goes
Least
Opportunity
Comes
Make
Heartbroken
Gratitude
Humor

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I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
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Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night
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My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
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A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love The world is waiting for the spring.
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Faults They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,-- Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.
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Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?
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Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.
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Spend all you have for loveliness.
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There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.
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The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.
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Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes that love you, arms that hold, / And for your spirit's still delight, / Holy thoughts that star the night.
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It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
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My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
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I am alone, as though I stood On the highest peak of the tired gray world,About me only swirling snow, Above me, endless space unfurledWith earth hidden and heaven hidden, And only my own spirit's prideTo keep me from the peace of those Who are not lonely, having died.
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O lovely chance, what can I doTo give my gratefulness to you?You rise between myself and meWith a wise persistencyI would have broken body and soul,But by your grace, still I am whole.
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Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you, - oh what have IThat I can give you in return - Except my body after I die?
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But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.
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Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
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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.
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Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.
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