The park is filled with night and fog, <br />The veils are drawn about the world, <br />The drowsy lights along the paths <br />Are dim and pearled. <br /> <br />Gold and gleaming the empty streets, <br />gold and gleaming the misty lake, <br />The mirrored lights like sunken swords, <br />Glimmer and shake. <br /> <br />Oh, is it not enought to be <br />Here with this beauty over me? <br />My throat should ache with praise, and I <br />Should kneel in joy beneath the sky. <br />O, Beauty are you not enough? <br />Why am I crying after love, <br />With youth, a singing voice and eyes <br />To take earth's wonder with surprise? <br />Why have I put off my pride, <br />Why am I unsatisfied,-- <br />I for whom the pensive night <br />Binds her cloudy hair with light,-- <br />I, for whom all beauty burns <br />Like incense in a million urns? <br />O, Beauty, are you not enough? <br />Why am I crying after love?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-night/
