Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Coney Island of poet Sara Teasdale

Coney Island

Why did you bring me here? 
The sand is white with snow, 
Over the wooden domes 
The winter sea-winds blow-- 
There is no shelter near, 
Come, let us go.

With foam of icy lace 
The sea creeps up the sand, 
The wind is like a hand 
That strikes us in the face. 
Doors that June set a-swing 
Are bolted long ago; 
We try them uselessly-- 
Alas there cannot be 
For us a second spring; 
Come, let us go.