I would not have a god come in To shield me suddenly from sin, And set my house of life to rights; Nor angels with bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things; Rather my own frail guttering lights Wind blown and nearly beaten out; Rather the terror of the nights And long, sick groping after doubt; Rather be lost than let my soul Slip vaguely from my own control -- Of my own spirit let me be In sole though feeble mastery.

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.