Sara Teasdale — I Have Loved Hours at Sea

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,        &nbsp The fragile secret of a flower, Music, the making of a poem        &nbsp That gave me heaven for an hour; First stars above a snowy hill,        &nbsp Voices of people kindly and wise, And the great look of love, long hidden,        &nbsp Found at last in meeting eyes. I have loved much and been loved deeply—        &nbsp Oh when my spirit's fire burns low, Leave me the darkness and the stillness,        &nbsp I shall be tired and glad to go.