Immortal

Sara Teasdale

So soon my body will have gone
   Beyond the sound and sight of men,
And tho’ it wakes and suffers now,
   Its sleep will be unbroken then;
But oh, my frail immortal soul
   That will not sleep forevermore,
A leaf borne onward by the blast,
   A wave that never finds the shore.

Next 10 Poems

• 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
• Sara Teasdale : In The Carpenter's Shop
• Sara Teasdale : In The End

Previous 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : If I Must Go
• Sara Teasdale : If Death Is Kind
• Sara Teasdale : I Would Live In Your Love
• Sara Teasdale : I Thought Of You
• Sara Teasdale : I Shall Not Care
• Sara Teasdale : I Remembered
• Sara Teasdale : I Love You
• Sara Teasdale : I Know The Stars
• Sara Teasdale : I Have Loved Hours At Sea
• Sara Teasdale : I Am Not Yours