Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Wisdom / Sara Teasdale


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.

Though half a score of years are gone,
Spring comes as sharply now as then — 
But if we had it all to do
It would be done the same again.

It was a spring that never came;
But we have lived enough to know
That what we never have, remains;
It is the things we have that go.

Sara Teasdale
from Dark of the Moon, 1926

[APoem is in the public domain in Canada and the European Union]

Sara Teasdale biography

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