The Tree Of Song Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Tree Of Song

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I sang my songs for the rest,
For you I am still;
The tree of my song is bare
On its shining hill.

For you came like a lordly wind,
And the leaves were whirled
Far as forgotten things
Past the rim of the world.

The tree of my song stands bare
Against the blue --
I gave my songs to the rest,
Myself to you.

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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