My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer
Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And strength to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
Let them think I love them more than I do,
Let them think I care, though I go alone;
If it lifts their pride, what is it to me
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone.
The Solitary
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: alone, flower, heart, night, pride, strength, summer, tongue, young, share, complete, shape, watch, stone, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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