Sara Teasdale

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

The Cloud - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I am a cloud in the heaven's height,
The stars are lit for my delight,
Tireless and changeful, swift and free,
I cast my shadow on hill and sea--
But why do the pines on the mountain's crest
Call to me always, "Rest, rest"?

I throw my mantle over the moon
And I blind the sun on his throne at noon,
Nothing can tame me, nothing can bind,
I am a child of the heartless wind--
But oh the pines on the mountain's crest
Whispering always, "Rest, rest."


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  • (11/11/2015 7:51:00 PM)


    .........especially nice, cloud poems are some of my favorites...love the theme ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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