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)
What a lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carol. I like her work. She didn't have a very happy life, but her poems are often cheerful.
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