Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem The Kiss of poet Sara Teasdale

The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me, 
And he has kissed my mouth, 
But I am like a stricken bird 
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me, 
To-night my heart is sad; 
His kiss was not so wonderful 
As all the dreams I had.