Dark of the Moon

by Sara Teasdale

Your will, immutable and still as stone.

The shy heart, so lonely and so gay,

The sad laughter and the pride of pride,

The tenderness, the depth of tenderness

Rich as the earth, and wide as heaven is wide.

“When I Am Not With You”

When I am not with you

I am alone,

For there is no one else

And there is nothing