Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.

In 1933 Sara Teasdale died by suicide overdosing on sleeping pills. In 1918 her poetry collection Love Songs (released 1917) Sara Teasdale won the 1918 Pulitzer Prize for poetry – the first woman to do so – that was sponsored by the Poetry Society of America. In the years 1911 to 1914 Teasdale was courted by several men including poet Vachel Lindsay who was absolutely in love with her but did not feel that he could provide enough money or stability to keep her satisfied.

Louis Missouri and after her marriage in 1914 Sara Teasdale went by the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger. Sara Teasdale (August 8 1884 – January 29 1933) was an American lyrical poet.