Moods

Sara Teasdale

I am the still rain falling,
 Too tired for singing mirth --
Oh, be the green fields calling,
 Oh, be for me the earth!

I am the brown bird pining
 To leave the nest and fly --
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
 Oh, be for me the sky!

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