Sara Teasdale

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

Twilight - Poem by Sara Teasdale

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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