Love Songs (1917)/But Not to Me

by Sara Teasdale

For other versions of this work, see But Not to Me.

 

BUT NOT TO ME

The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.

My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.