Sara Teasdale

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

Deep In The Night - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Deep in the night the cry of a swallow,
Under the stars he flew,
Keen as pain was his call to follow
Over the world to you.

Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow's flight,
Seeking for you and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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