Lovely Chance

By Sara Teasdale

O lovely chance, what can I do

To give my gratefulness to you?

You rise between myself and me

With a wise persistency;

I would have broken body and soul,

But by your grace, still I am whole.

Many a thing you did to save me,

Many a holy gift you gave me,

Music and friends and happy love

More than my dearest dreaming of;

And now in this wide twilight hour

With earth and heaven a dark, blue flower,

In a humble mood I bless

Your wisdom — and your waywardness.

You brought me even here, where I

Live on a hill against the sky

And look on mountains and the sea

And a thin white moon in the pepper tree.