“I
Have Loved Hours at Sea” by Sarah Teasdale

 I have
loved hours at sea, gray cities,

The fragile
secret of a flower,

Music, the
making of a poem

That gave me
heaven for an hour;

 

First stars
above a snowy hill,

Voices of
people kindly and wise,

And the great
look of love, long hidden,

Found at last
in meeting eyes.

 

I have loved
much and been loved deeply —

Oh when my
spirit’s fire burns low,

Leave me the
darkness and the stillness,

I shall be
tired and glad to go.