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. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.
I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. - Sara Teasdale
I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
- Sara Teasdale
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise. - Sara Teasdale
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain. - Sara Teasdale
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go. - Sara Teasdale
What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth. - Sara Teasdale
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I fi… - Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I fi…
Only by love is life made real. - Sara Teasdale
Only by love is life made real.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we wer… - Sara Teasdale
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we wer…
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far - Sara Teasdale
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
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