There is no magic any more, …
Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell, …
The kings they came from out the south, …
What do I owe to you …
Supper comes at five o'clock, …
They came to tell your faults to me, …
When I am dead and over me bright April …
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, …
In my heart the old love …
I …
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, …
Since there is no escape, since at the end …
I feel the spring far off, far off, …
When I go back to earth …
I must have passed the crest a while ago …
Strephon kissed me in the spring, …
I saw her in a Broadway car, …
With the man I love who loves me not, …
I went out at night alone; …