Love poems The Years by Sara Teasdale romantic poetry art

The Years


To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me—
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.

The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart—
Oh sensitive shy years, oh lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.

Love Poem by Sara Teasdale

Love Art – Reclining Nude by Jean Launois. Original from The Yale University Art Gallery.

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