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Posts published in “Emily Bronte Poems”

The Lamp by Sara Teasdale

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If I can bear your love like a lamp before me,When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,    Nor cry in terror. If…

The Kiss by Sara Teasdale

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I hoped that he would love me, And he has kissed my mouth,But I am like a stricken bird That cannot reach the south. For tho’ I know he loves…

Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale

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Like barley bending In low fields by the sea,Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly; Like barley bending And rising again,So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day…

Longing by Sara Teasdale

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I am not sorry for my soulThat it must go unsatisfied,For it can live a thousand times,Eternity is deep and wide. I am not sorry for my soul,But oh, my…

Love And Death by Sara Teasdale

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Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,And shall my soul that lies within your handRemember nothing, as the blowing sandForgets the palm where long blue shadows creepWhen winds along…

Message by Sara Teasdale

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I heard a cry in the night, A thousand miles it came,Sharp as a flash of light, My name, my name! It was your voice I heard, You waked and…

The Mystery by Sara Teasdale

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Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them shine,Your eyes that lean So close to mine. We have long been lovers, We know the rangeOf each other’s moods And how…

The New Moon by Sara Teasdale

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Day, you have bruised and beaten me,As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,Beaten my body, bruised my soul,Left me nothing lovely or whole —Yet I have wrested a gift…

Nightfall by Sara Teasdale

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We will never walk again As we used to walk at night,Watching our shadows lengthen Under the gold street-light When the snow was new and white. We will never walk…

On The Dunes by Sara Teasdale

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If there is any life when death is over, These tawny beaches will know much of me,I shall come back, as constant and as changeful As the unchanging, many-colored sea.…

Only In Sleep by Sara Teasdale

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Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child,Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only…

Paris In Spring by Sara Teasdale

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The city’s all a-shining Beneath a fickle sun,A *** young wind’s a-blowing, The little shower is done.But the rain-drops still are clinging And falling one by one—Oh it’s Paris, it’s…

Peace by Sara Teasdale

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Peace flows into meAs the tide to the pool by the shore;It is mine forevermore,It ebbs not back like the sea. I am the pool of blueThat worships the vivid…

A Prayer by Sara Teasdale

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When I am dying, let me knowThat I loved the blowing snow Although it stung like whips;That I loved all lovely thingsAnd I tried to take their stings With ***…

Sleepless by Sara Teasdale

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If I could have your arms tonight—But half the world and the broken seaLie between you and me. The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard,Beating all night against the barren…

Snowfall by Sara Teasdale

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“She can’t be unhappy,” you said, “The smiles are like stars in her eyes,And her laugh is thistledown Around her low replies.”“Is she unhappy?” you said — But who has…

Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale

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I thought I had forgotten, But it all came back againTo-night with the first spring thunder In a rush of rain.I remembered a darkened doorway Where we stood while the…

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale

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(War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night,And wild plum-trees in…

Thoughts by Sara Teasdale

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When I am all alone Envy me most,Then my thoughts flutter round me In a glimmering host; Some dressed in silver, Some dressed in white,Each like a taper Blossoming light;…

Tides by Sara Teasdale

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Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing Where the starlike sea gulls soar;The sun was keen and the foam was blowing High on the rocky shore.But now in…

Water Lilies by Sara Teasdale

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If you have forgotten water lilies floating On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance, Then you can return and not…