Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying
Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
Will be as the gray stones in the grass.

~Sara Teasdale

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Soon enough

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Elmwood Cemetery on March 10, 2012

Columbia, South Carolina

REMEMBER me as I was then;
Turn from me now, but always see
The laughing shadowy girl who stood
At midnight by the flowering tree,
With eyes that love had made as bright
As the trembling stars of the summer night.
Turn from me now, but always hear
The muted laughter in the dew
Of that one year of youth we had,
The only youth we ever knew —
Turn from me now, or you will see
What other years have done to me.

~by Sara Teasdale

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On the wings of love

Photographed by Jennifer Weber at Oakdale Cemetery on October 23, 2011

Hendersonville, North Carolina

I understood the rest too well,
And all their thoughts have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
Of a sunny shallow sea.

But you I never understood,
Your spirit’s secret hides like gold
Sunk in a Spanish galleon
Ages ago in waters cold.

~Sara Teasdale

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Elizabeth

circa 1945

A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.

~Sara Teasdale~

Daisydo

Photographed by Jennifer Weber ~ Knoxville, Tennessee, July 2, 2011