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Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.

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
Many
Year
Count
Giving
Hours
Breath
Years
Peace
Breaths
Never
White
Hour
Lost
Singing
Give
Cost
Loveliness
Wells
Spend
Strife
Well
Beauty
Ecstasy

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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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Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.
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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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From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.
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Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
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I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
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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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My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
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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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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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SONG You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. Oh, take the sandals off my feet, You know not what you do, For all my world is in your arms, My sun and stars are you.
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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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One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
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It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
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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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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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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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What we have never had, remains It is the things we have that go.
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