Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

May Night


The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing --
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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