|A Diamond of a Morning|
A diamond of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.
O white moon, you are lonely,
It is the same with me,
But we have the world to roam over,
Only the lonely are free.
Good Night Moon!
|Where Moonlight Burned|
It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.
The heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned, then all is learned;
The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty itself is fugitive,
It will not hurt me when I am old.
It Takes A Village!
|I Saw A Planet Shine|
I saw above a sea of hills
A solitary planet shine,
And there was no one, near or far,
To keep the world from being mine.”
~~ All Three Poems by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933) ~~