Sara Teasdale: Love Songs

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.