by Sara Teasdale

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.

Last updated January 14, 2019