[Soaring Feather]

Jewels
by Sara Teasdale


If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go --
Back to a morning in the park
With sapphire shadows on the snow.


Or back to oak trees in the spring
When you unloosed my hair and kissed
The head that lay against your knees
In the leaf shadow's amethyst.


And still another shining place
We would remember -- how the dun
Wild mountain held us on its crest
One diamond morning white with sun.


But I will turn my eyes from you.
As women turn to put away
The jewels they have worn at night
And cannot wear in sober day.

[Lady Jag]

There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the
smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their
shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at
night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous
white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low
fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war,
not one
Will care at last when it done.

Not one would mind, neither bird
nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke
at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

[Soaring Feather]

how the *dun* Probably should be sun.






I did not check this word against another copy, I think this is a typo that I copied and pasted. My bad.