On Reading Poems Of Sara Teasdale

In her love songs the light of feelings shine
And to her credit not one slip shod line
And she could have lived on matured like good wine
But Sara chose to die at forty nine.

In all her verse the human feelings there
And with the best poets of her time she could compare
She wrote of love, of sadness and of joy
The poet is dead but her songs will never die.

I've read her book and then put it away
And opened it to read another day
And i'll re-read the songs another time
Of Sara Teasdale favourite poet of mine.

Since day she died near seventy years have gone
But still the verses of the poet live on
She left her songs for others to enjoy
And the poet lives on her and her songs will never die.