Friday, January 8, 2010

I Remembered




There never was a mood of mine

Gay or heartbroken; luminous or dull

But you could ease me of its fever

and give it back to me more beautiful.


In many another soul I broke the bread,

and drank the wine,played the happy guest,

But I was lonely, I remembered you;

My heart belongs to him who knew it best.


Sara Teasdale