A Reply

Sara Teasdale

Four people knew the very me,
Four is enough, so let it be;
For the rest I make no chart,
There are no highroads to my heart;
The gates are locked, they will not stir
For any ardent traveller.
I have not been misunderstood,
And on the whole, I think life good-
So waste no sympathy on me
Or any well-meant gallantry;
I have enough to do to muse
On memories I would not lose.