The Solitary
July 6, 2023The Rose and the Bee
July 6, 2023The Shrine
There is no lord within my heart,
Left silent as an empty shrine
Where rose and myrtle intertwine,
Within a place apart.
No god is there of carven stone
To watch with still approving eyes
My thoughts like steady incense rise;
I dream and weep alone.
But if I keep my altar fair,
Some morning I shall lift my head
From roses deftly garlanded
To find the god is there.
Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American poet who is known for her works that explore themes of love, beauty, and the natural world. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1918 and her works continue to be celebrated for their lyrical beauty.