Sara Teasdale — In the End

All that could never be said,        &nbsp All that could never be done, Wait for us at last        &nbsp Somewhere back of the sun; All the heart broke to forego        &nbsp Shall be ours without pain, We shall take them as lightly as girls        &nbsp Pluck flowers after rain. And when they are ours in the end        &nbsp Perhaps after all The skies will not open for us        &nbsp Nor heaven be there at our call.