Tuesday, April 20, 2010

"Morning" by Sara Teasdale

by Sara Teasdale
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. 

This poem reminds me so much of a poem I posted earlier, Night by L. M. Montgomery.


  1. *gasp*
    This is beautiful. As is "Night."

  2. *sigh* this poem reminds me how much I miss being able to go out and just walk around. I can't wait till we get a house....