Morning
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.
*gasp*
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. As is "Night."
*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....
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