Sara Teasdale — American Author born on August 08, 1884, died on January 29, 1933

Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sara Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914... (wikipedia)

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Life is but thought.