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I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
Sara Teasdale
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545 posted on
04/08/2008 9:01:25 AM PDT by
Lady Jag
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To: Lady Jag
Sheesh that is an exquisite poem by Sara Teasdale, no wonder she is my favorite poets. Love the graphic too.
To: Lady Jag
600 posted on
04/09/2008 7:18:25 AM PDT by
tongue-tied
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