Sara Teasdale

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

Dusk In June - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,--
Oh let me like the birds
Sing before night.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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