Vox Corporis

Sara Teasdale

The beast to the beast is calling,
 And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,
 The white man calls his mate.

The beast to the beast is calling,
 They rush through the twilight sweet,
But the soul is a wary hunter,
 He will not let them meet.

Next 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : Water Lilies
• Sara Teasdale : What Do I Care?
• Sara Teasdale : When Love Goes
• Sara Teasdale : When Love Was Born
• Sara Teasdale : While I May
• Sara Teasdale : White Fog
• Sara Teasdale : Wild Asters
• Sara Teasdale : Winter Dusk
• Sara Teasdale : Winter Stars
• Sara Teasdale : Wisdom

Previous 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio
• Sara Teasdale : Union Square
• Sara Teasdale : Understanding
• Sara Teasdale : Two Songs For Solitude: The Solitary
• Sara Teasdale : Two Songs For Solitude: The Crystal Gazer
• Sara Teasdale : Two Songs For A Child
• Sara Teasdale : Twilight ( The Stately Tragedy Of Dusk )
• Sara Teasdale : Twilight
• Sara Teasdale : Triolets
• Sara Teasdale : To-night