Teasdale, Sara

Sara Teasdale: In the Metropolitan Museum

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Sara Teasdale

(1884 – 1933)

In the Metropolitan Museum

Within the tiny Pantheon

We stood together silently,

Leaving the restless crowd awhile

As ships find shelter from the sea.

The ancient centuries came back

To cover us a moment’s space,

And thro’ the dome the light was glad

Because it shone upon your face.

Ah, not from Rome but farther still,

Beyond sun-smitten Salamis,

The moment took us, till you stooped

To find the present with a kiss.

Sara Teasdale poetry

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Sara Teasdale

(1884 – 1933)

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools, singing at night,

And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire,

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,

Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale poetry

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