Wisdom
Sara Teasdale
When I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate, When I can look Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise, Life will have given me the Truth, And taken in exchange— my youth.
Next 10 Poems
- Sara Teasdale : Wood Song
- Sara Teasdale : Young Love
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- Alfred Lord Tennyson : After-thought
- Alfred Lord Tennyson : All Things Will Die
- Alfred Lord Tennyson : Amphion
- Alfred Lord Tennyson : And Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?
- Alfred Lord Tennyson : Ask Me No More
- Alfred Lord Tennyson : Audley Court
