by Sarah Teasdale You took my empty dreamsAnd filled them every oneWith tenderness and nobleness,April and the sun.The old empty dreamsWhere my thoughts would throngAre all too full of happinessTo even hold a song.Oh, the empty dreams were dimAnd the empty dreams were wide,They were sweet and shadowy housesWhere my thoughts could hide.But you tookContinue reading “Houses of Dreams”
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I Am Not Yours
by Sarah Teasdale I am not yours, not 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 find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost asContinue reading “I Am Not Yours”