I understood the rest too well,
And all their thoughts have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
Of a sunny shallow sea.
But you I never understood,
Your spirit’s secret hides like gold
Sunk in a Spanish galleon
Ages ago in waters cold.
(Sara Teasdale)
More Poetry from Sara Teasdale:
- Spring Rain (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- Tonight (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- Tides (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- Let It Be Forgotten (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- The Fountain (Sara Teasdale Poems)
- Debt (Sara Teasdale Poems)