In Spring, Santa Barbara
Sara Teasdale
I have been happy two weeks together, My love is coming home to me, Gold and silver is the weather And smooth as lapis is the sea. The earth has turned its brown to green After three nights of humming rain, And in the valleys peck and preen Linnets with a scarlet stain. High in the mountains all alone The wild swans whistle on the lakes, But I have been as still as stone, My heart sings only when it breaks.
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- Sara Teasdale : Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow
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- Sara Teasdale : Jewels
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