As the waves of perfume, ...

As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows, Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; So the old tunes float in my mind, And go from me leaving no trace behind, Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
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 Sara Teasdale

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Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
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 Sara Teasdale
If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow. Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and kissed The head that lay against your knees In the leaf shadow's amethyst. And still another shining place We would remember -- how the dun Wild mountain held us on its crest One diamond morning white with sun. But I will turn my eyes from you As women turn to put away The jewels they have worn at night And cannot wear in sober day.
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 Sara Teasdale
The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.
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 Sara Teasdale
I should be glad of loneliness      And hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heart      And the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a single song      As lovely and as full of light,As hushed and brief as a falling star      On a winter 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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 Sara Teasdale