Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

"I Have Loved Hours at Sea"


I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;

First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.

I have loved much and been loved deeply --
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • * Sunprincess * (5/2/2014 11:19:00 PM)

    .............this is such a beautiful poem....I read it more than five times....so very nice to read... (Report) Reply

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