Let It Be Forgotten by Sara Teasdale

Let It Be Forgotten

By Sara Teasdale

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,

Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,

Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten

Long and long ago,

As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall

In a long forgotten snow.

The Net by Sara Teasdale

The Net

by Sara Teasdale

I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are—
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;
It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark splendor of the sea.

Stars by Sara Teasdale

Stars

by Sara Teasdale

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,
–
And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;
–
Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire;
–
Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,
–
And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.