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.

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.

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.

Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.

Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.