Author Sara Teasdale I might have sung of the world And said what I heard them sayOf the vast and passing dream Of today and yesterday.But I chose to tell of myself, For that was all I knew—I have made a chart of a small sea, But the chart I made is true. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments