Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Dreams of poet Sara Teasdale


I gave my life to another lover, 
I gave my love, and all, and all-- 
But over a dream the past will hover, 
Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver 
But on my breast a kiss is hot, 
And by my bed the ghostly giver 
Is waiting tho' I see him not.