Maxioms by Sara Teasdale
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways read more
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the read more
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
