Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem A Maiden of poet Sara Teasdale

A Maiden

Oh if I were the velvet rose 
Upon the red rose vine, 
I'd climb to touch his window 
And make his casement fine.

And if I were the little bird 
That twitters on the tree, 
All day I'd sing my love for him 
Till he should harken me.

But since I am a maiden 
I go with downcast eyes, 
And he will never hear the songs 
That he has turned to sighs.

And since I am a maiden 
My love will never know 
That I could kiss him with a mouth 
More red than roses blow.