the archivist January 23, 2023
Sara Teasdale in 1907

Sara Teasdale

It was a night of early spring,
    The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
    Listened for what was never spoken.

Though half a score of years are gone,
    Spring comes as sharply now as then—
But if we had it all to do
    It would be done the same again.

It was a spring that never came;
    But we have lived enough to know
That what we never have, remains;
    It is the things we have that go.


Sara Teasdale Wisdom poem
Sara Teasdale’s “Wisdom” (1922), in American Poetry.

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