The Years - Sara Teasdale

To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me --
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.

The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart --
Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.

The Magic Ring
Incompatibilities
Lines To A Movement In Mozart's E-Flat Symphony
The Tree of Song
The Years
Riches
Other Men
Faults
Guilo
Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes
In a Boat
Shall I Come, Sweet Love?
Lost Footsteps