Sara Teasdale

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

Morning - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.

There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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