Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
About the poet |
Sara Teasdale |
By the same poet |
Advice To A Girl |
After Love |
After Parting |
Alone |
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 |
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