welcome to the world

When you were born, beloved, was your soul
New made by God to match your body's flower,
And were they both at one same precious hour
Sent forth from heaven as a perfect whole?
Or had your soul since dim creation burned,
A star in some still region of the sky,
That leaping earthward, left its place on high
And to your little new-born body yearned?
No words can tell in what celestial hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the disarray of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.

-=Sara Teasdale=-

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dust

When I went to look at what had long been hidden,

A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,

I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire—

But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing

That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—

It is strange how often a heart must be broken

Before the years can make it wise.

-=Sarah Teasdale=-

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another time, another day

It is enough for me by day

To walk the same bright earth with him;

Enough that over us by night

The same great roof of stars is dim.

I do not hope to bind the wind

Or set a fetter on the sea --

It is enough to feel his love

Blow by like music over me.

-=Sara Teasdale=-

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enough

It is enough for me by day
 To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
 The same great roof of stars is dim.

I do not hope to bind the wind
 Or set a fetter on the sea --
It is enough to feel his love
 Blow by like music over me.

-=Sara Teasdale=-

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