I dream that he is mine,
I dream that he is true,
And all his words I keep
As rose-leaves hold the dew.

O little thirsty rose,
O little heart beware,
Lest you should hope to hold
A hundred roses' share.

(C) Sara Teasdale
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Sara Teasdale

• What Do I Care?
• Water Lilies
• Vox Corporis
• A Cry
• The Wanderer
• The Sea Wind
• A Boy
• After Death
• I Am Not Yours
• The Ghost
• Fault
• Debt
• To One Away
• Two Minds
• The Wayfarer
• Two Songs For Solitude: The Crystal Gazer
• Rivers To The Sea
• The Wind
• Faces
• Buried Love
• Riches