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Poem2Poem: I am not yours, not lost in you, / Not lost, although I long to be - Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

Greebohobbes: Sara Teasdale, 1910 She was an American lyric poet. In 1994, she was inducted into the St. Louis Walk of Fame Photograph: Gerhard Sisters

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

CailinCeltic: Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam Take me far away to the hills that hide your home Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door But what if I heard my first love calling me once more ? The Flight - Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

tspoetry: Five additional poems resulted from the Tweetspeak Poetry retreat, with “Flame and Shadow” by Sara Teasdale providing the prompts •

Fajri_W_: I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale, "The Philosopher"

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

judaydreamer: 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

thewinepusher: I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Sara Teasdale

thewinepusher: I make the most of all that comes, And the least of all that goes. Sara Teasdale

Ex_Chamberchoir: "There will be stars over the place forever ..."

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

disambiguator: "I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes." ~ Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

W5a6eeb: “It is strange how often a heart must be broken.. Before the years can make it wise.” | Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems. "Old Jewish Man", 1654 | Rembrandt van Rijn.

rchlvzy: I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. Sara Teasdale

Poem2Poem: I am not yours, not lost in you, / Not lost, although I long to be - Sara Teasdale

MuckZuckerburg: YOU HAVE DIARRHEA SARA TEASDALE WITH CHARLIE HUNNAM. GORDON RAMSAY CONSTIPATION SUBWAY. YOU WATCH WOLF WHERE EVERYONE GETS INTO A BAYER COMPARED WIN: HOWARD FREEZING HOT ORGAN UNVEILING DIARRHEA FART FART YANKOVIC FARTS ON CHAOS DOWN AND WITH SCRUBBING BUBBLES WILL

aquotebot: “Your beauty lives in mystic melodies, And all the light about you breathes a song.” –Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

ReadusOrg: I gave my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Through all the years. — Sara Teasdale, Faults

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

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Silvia
 by Don Marquis

I still remember how she moved
Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved,
(When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes,
Atremble ‘twixt her doubts and hopes,
Half fearful and all virginal)-
How Silvia sought this dell to call
Her flowers into full festival,
And chid them with this madrigal:
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