Sara Teasdale
April 13th, 2009
“The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing–
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.” May Night
“I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.For tho’ I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.” The Kiss
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