Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave victories that seem so splendid
Are never really won.

Even love that I built my spirit’s house for,
Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest,
And music and men’s praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Sara Teasdale's poem At Midnight


  1. codysbaby says:

    this poem owns your faceee!

  2. Holli says:

    i like this one. it’s my fav!!

  3. Bree says:

    She really said it like it was/is. Amen sister.

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