Friday, May 25, 2007

Today's poem - May Night by Sara Teasdale


May Night

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.

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

2 comments:

  1. Thanks, Carol. I like her work. She didn't have a very happy life, but her poems are often cheerful.

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