Ocupation: Poet
Life: August 8, 1884 - January 29, 1933
Birthday: August 8
Death: January 29
All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.
source: Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company
topic: Sunset, Heart, Moon, Drowsy, Satyrs