Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

I Love You - Poem by Sara Teasdale

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.


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  • Silver Star - 4,141 Points Zinnia Narcissa (5/29/2015 1:55:00 AM)

    Oh wow! So wonderful piece (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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