No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.
About the poet |
Sara Teasdale |
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After Parting |
Alone |
Barter |
Broadway |
Child, Child |
Christmas Carol |
Faults |
From The Woolworth Tower |
Guenevere |
Lights |
Love In Autumn |
In a Restaurant |
A Minuet Of Mozart’s |
A Prayer |
There Will Come Soft Rains |
A Winter Night |
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