Flame and Shadow/Compensation

by Sara Teasdale

For works with similar titles, see Compensation.

 

COMPENSATION

I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.