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!
Poems of Sara Teasdale
by Christopher H. Harris
1. I heard a cry in the night  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "To one away", appears in Rivers to the Sea, first published 1915
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Later published as "Message" in Love Songs, 1917Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
2. Made me love you more
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.
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Faults", appears in Love Songs, first published 1917
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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
3. I would live in your love  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
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.
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), appears in Helen of Troy and Other Poems, first published 1911
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]6. Epilogue: Why I Do Not Weep
Language: English
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.
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 230