Moods Poem by Sara Teasdale

Moods

Rating: 3.2


I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth--
Oh, be the green fields calling,
Oh, be for me the earth!

I am the brown bird pining
To leave the nest and fly--
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
Oh, be for me the sky!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shanna 17 June 2018

Not nice

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M Asim Nehal 09 July 2016

Outstanding poem.....10 a crafty piece indeed, The mood is defined very well in poetic form

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Nilima Deb 09 July 2016

nice write..enjoyed the mist...

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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