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Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

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
Flying
Pass
Caught
Years
Life
Moth
Moths
Frail

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Spend all you have for loveliness.
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And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.
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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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It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
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One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
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But what do I care, for love will be over so soon, Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by, For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent, It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
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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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Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?
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The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.
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I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.
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The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.
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I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.
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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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My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
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I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful when rain bends down the bough And I shall be more silent and cold hearted than you are now.
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My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
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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. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing - My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.
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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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