From the Archives

Let It Be You

Sara Teasdale

Let it be you who lean above me

On my last day

Let it be you who shut my eyelids

Forever and aye.

Say a “Good-night” as you have said it

All of these years,

With the old look, with the old whisper,

And without tears.

You will know then all that in silence

You always knew,

Though I have loved, I loved no other

As I love you.

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Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) was an American poet. She was the first person to win the Poetry Society of America Prize, later renamed the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs.