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 |
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| By the same poet |
| After Love |
| 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 |
| Related books |
| Sara Teasdale at amazon.co.uk |
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