Mar. 1st, 2010 at 7:17 PM
Spring Night
- THE park is filled with night and fog,
- The veils are drawn about the world,
- The drowsy lights along the paths
- Are dim and pearled.
- Gold and gleaming are the empty streets,
- Gold and gleaming the misty lake.
- The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
- Glimmer and shake.
Oh, is it not enough to be- Here with this beauty over me?
- My throat should ache with praise, and I
- Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.
- O beauty, are you not enough?
- Why am I crying after love
- With youth, a singing voice, and eyes
- To take earth's wonder with surprise?
- Why have I put off my pride,
- Why am I unsatisfied,--
- I, for whom the pensive night
- Binds her cloudy hair with light,--
- I, for whom all beauty burns
- Like incense in a million urns?
- O beauty, are you not enough?
- Why am I crying after love?
- Sara Teasdale