Off Gibraltar
Sara Teasdale
Beyond the sleepy hills of Spain, The sun goes down in yellow mist, The sky is fresh with dewy stars Above a sea of amethyst. Yet in the city of my love High noon burns all the heavens bare— For him the happiness of light, For me a delicate despair.
Next 10 Poems
- Sara Teasdale : Oh Day Of Fire And Sun
- Sara Teasdale : Oh You Are Coming
- Sara Teasdale : Old Tunes
- Sara Teasdale : On A March Day
- Sara Teasdale : On The Death Of Swinburne
- Sara Teasdale : On The Dunes
- Sara Teasdale : On The Tower
- Sara Teasdale : Only In Sleep
- Sara Teasdale : Open Windows
- Sara Teasdale : Other Men
Previous 10 Poems
- Sara Teasdale : Off Algiers
- Sara Teasdale : November
- Sara Teasdale : Nightfall
- Sara Teasdale : Night Song At Amalfi
- Sara Teasdale : Night In Arizona
- Sara Teasdale : New Year's Dawn-broadway
- Sara Teasdale : New Love And Old
- Sara Teasdale : Naples
- Sara Teasdale : Nahant
- Sara Teasdale : My Heart Is Heavy
