Sara Teasdale

August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States

To L. R. E.

When first I saw you — felt you take my hand,
I could not speak for happiness to find
How more than all they said your heart was kind,
How strong you were, and quick to understand —
I dared not say: 'I who am least of those
Who call you friend — I love you, and I crave
A little love that I may be more brave
Because one watches me who cares and knows.'
So, silent, long ago I used to look
High up along the shelves at one great book,
And longed to see its contents, childishwise,
And now I know it for my Poet's own, —
So sometime shall I know you and be known,
And looking upward, I shall find your eyes.
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