When beauty grows too great to bear
How shall I ease me of its ache,
For beauty more than bitterness
Makes the heart break.
Now while I watch the dreaming sea
With isles like flowers against her breast,
Only one voice in all the world
Could give me rest.
Song At Capri
Sara Teasdale
(1)
Poem topics: heart, sea, world, voice, great, watch, break, beauty, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Song At Capri poem by Sara Teasdale
Best Poems of Sara Teasdale