Sara Teasdale, Flame And Shadow Quotes
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all?For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, I am an answer, they are only a call
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and coolWakened ecstasy
I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart must be brokenBefore the years can make it wise.
