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 the… - Sara Teasdale

You bound strong sandals on my feet,
You gave me bread and wine,
And sent me under sun and stars,
For all the world was mine.

Oh, take the sandals off my feet,
You know not what you do;
For all the world is in your arms,
My sun and stars are you.

Faults They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, — Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.