The Beauty of the Law That Holds Us Here

Today is Sara Teasdale's birthday anniversary.

"In the south-west a planet shone serenely..."
Sara Teasdale
American-born poet
(8 August, 1884 – 29 January, 1933)
EVENING
(Nahant)

There was an evening when the sky was clear,

Ineffably translucent in its blue;

The tide was falling, and the sea withdrew
In hushed and happy music from the sheer
Shadowy granite of the cliffs; and fear

Of what life may be, and what death can do,

Fell from us like steel armor, and we knew
The beauty of the Law that holds us here.

It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,
Seeing the earth had darkened and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.