There was a bush with scarlet berries,
And there were hemlocks heaped with snow,
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.
The hills were shining in their samite,
Fold after fold they flowed away;
"Let come what may," your eyes were saying,
"At least we two have had to-day."
Poems by This Author
After Loveby Sara Teasdale There is no magic any more
Barterby Sara Teasdale Life has loveliness to sell
Faultsby Sara Teasdale They came to tell your faults to me
Four Windsby Sara Teasdale "Four winds blowing thro' the sky
I Am Not Yoursby Sara Teasdale I am not yours, not lost in you
I Love Youby Sara Teasdale When April bends above me
Moonlightby Sara Teasdale It will not hurt me when I am old