Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.

(Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten (l. 1-2). . . Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton Mifflin Company.)

As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.

(Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten (l. 7-8). . . Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton Mifflin Company.)

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

(Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Advice to a Girl.)

I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me.

(Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. February Twilight (l. 7-8). . . The Oxford Book of Children's Versen in America. Donald Hall, ed. (1985) Oxford University Press.)

Stephen's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

(Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. "The Look," st. 2.)

Then, like an old-time orator
Impressively he rose;
I make the most of all that comes
And the least of all that goes.

(Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. The Philosopher, st. 4.)

The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,

(Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Spring Night (l. 1-2). . . Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)

O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?

(Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Spring Night (l. 23-24). . . Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)