If Death Is Kind

Sara Teasdale

Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.

We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

Next 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : If I Must Go
• Sara Teasdale : Immortal
• Sara Teasdale : In A Burying Ground
• Sara Teasdale : In A Cuban Garden
• Sara Teasdale : In A Garden
• Sara Teasdale : In A Railroad Station
• Sara Teasdale : In A Restaurant
• Sara Teasdale : In A Subway Station
• Sara Teasdale : In Memoriam F. O. S.
• Sara Teasdale : In Spring, Santa Barbara

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• Sara Teasdale : I Thought Of You
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• Sara Teasdale : I Remembered
• Sara Teasdale : I Love You
• Sara Teasdale : I Know The Stars
• Sara Teasdale : I Have Loved Hours At Sea
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