Poems of Sara Teasdale

by Christopher H. Harris

1. I heard a cry in the night  [sung text not yet checked]

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I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!

It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so,
I send you back this word,
I know, I know!

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Later published as "Message" in Love Songs, 1917

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2. Made me love you more
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Language: English 
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, --
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Fautes", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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3. I would live in your love  [sung text not yet checked]

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   I would live in your love as the sea grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, 
   drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, 
   I would follow your soul as it leads.

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Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Helen of Troy And Other Poems, The Project Gutenberg, 1996


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6. Epilogue: Why I Do Not Weep
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They never saw my lover's face, 
they only know our love was brief, 
wearing a while and windy grace 
and passing like an autumn leaf. 

They wonder why I do not weep, 
they think it strange that I can sing, 
they say "Her love was scarcely deep, 
since it as left so slight a sting."

They never saw my love, nor knew 
that in my heart's most secret place 
I pity them as angels do men 
who have never seen God's face.

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Total word count: 231