My favorite is Sara Teasdale but I also like many others almost as well.
Gifts
I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.
My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.
The Song Maker
I made a hundred little songs
That told the joy and pain of love,
And sang them blithely, tho’ I knew
No whit thereof.
I was a weaver deaf and blind;
A miracle was wrought for me,
But I have lost my skill to weave
Since I can see.
For while I sang—ah swift and strange!
Love passed and touched me on the brow,
And I who made so many songs
Am silent now.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)