Love Songs

Sara Teasdale


Come, when the pale moon like a petal
 Floats in the pearly dusk of Spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
 Come with lips that long to cling.
Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
 Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
 Will be as the gray stones in the grass.


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 loved me so —
I send you back this word,
 I know, I know!


I am the still rain falling,
 Too tired for singing mirth —
Oh, be the green fields calling,
 Oh, be for me the earth!
I am the brown bird pining
 To leave the nest and fly —
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
 Oh, be for me the sky!

Night Song at Amalfi

I asked the heaven of stars
 What I should give my love —
It answered me with silence,
 Silence above.
I asked the darkened sea
 Down where the fishers go —
It answered me with silence,
 Silence below.
Oh, I could give him weeping,
 Or I could give him song —
But how can I give silence
 My whole life long?


Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten,
 Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
 Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If any one asks, say it was forgotten
 Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
 In a long forgotten snow.