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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Although I think Sara Teasdale's work is, at times, a tad too Hallmarky (although she does scan well), I always find myself touched by this poem of hers.