In The Train

Sara Teasdale

Fields beneath a quilt of snow
From which the rocks and stubble sleep,
And in the west a shy white star
That shivers as it wakes from deep.

The restless rumble of the train,
The drowsy people in the car,
Steel blue twilight in the world,
And in my heart a timid star.

Next 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : Indian Summer
• Sara Teasdale : Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow
• Sara Teasdale : It Is Not A Word
• Sara Teasdale : It Will Not Change
• Sara Teasdale : Jewels
• Sara Teasdale : Jewls
• Sara Teasdale : Joy
• Sara Teasdale : June Night
• Sara Teasdale : Leaves
• Sara Teasdale : Less Than The Cloud To The Wind

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• Sara Teasdale : In The Metropolitan Museum
• Sara Teasdale : In The End
• Sara Teasdale : In The Carpenter's Shop
• Sara Teasdale : In Spring, Santa Barbara
• Sara Teasdale : In Memoriam F. O. S.
• Sara Teasdale : In A Subway Station
• Sara Teasdale : In A Restaurant
• Sara Teasdale : In A Railroad Station
• Sara Teasdale : In A Garden
• Sara Teasdale : In A Cuban Garden