Sara Teasdale Heart Poems

My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one --
My songs do not belong to me.
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The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
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My heart is but a little house
With room for only three or four,
And it was filled before you knocked
Upon the door.
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