Wood Song
Sara Teasdale
I heard a wood thrush in the dusk Twirl three notes and make a star— My heart that walked with bitterness Came back from very far. Three shining notes were all he had, And yet they made a starry call— I caught life back against my breast And kissed it, scars and all.
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