Maxioms by Sara Teasdale
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
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.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
