Twilight Poem by Sara Teasdale

Twilight

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Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling,
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.

Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,spring,tree,wings
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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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