Sara Teasdale

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

The Song For Colin - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I sang a song at dusking time
Beneath the evening star,
And Terence left his latest rhyme
To answer from afar.

Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
And sighed, "She sings for me,"
But Colin slept a careless sleep
Beneath an apple tree.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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