(21 May 1855 – 27 November 1916 / St Amands / Belgium)

I Have Loved Hours At Sea

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;

First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.

I have loved much and been loved deeply --
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.

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A wide imaginations of perspective. Great piece
I used to reside at the sea side town over a decade. I recall it was time I felt most joy but also most sorrow. But the sea was always there, same as ever, always seeming to say, 'it's alright. just let it be..I'm here with you..' I used to find great consolation and comfort at that seashore. The sand and soil felt like something from which I was created. I felt home at that shore.. Though English is only my second language, thru the poet sometimes the language seems to be my own..that's the reason i like Teasdale.