Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

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

Joy


I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!

I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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