Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)
Morning
I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
Sara Teasdale's other poems:- The Wind
- Lights
- Other Men
- Embers
- Портрет монахини • Effigy of a Nun
Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд) Morning ("Gray brindled dawn comes up before the sun") Philip Bailey (Филип Бэйли) Morning ("She comes! how lovely are her smiles") Thomas Gent (Томас Гент) Morning ("Light as the breeze that hails the infant morn") Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Morning ("The light will never open sightless eyes") Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон) Morning ("O’ER fallow plains and fertile meads") Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) Morning ("How pleasant is the morning!") John Keble (Джон Кибл) Morning ("Hues of the rich unfolding morn") Alaric Watts (Аларик Уоттс) Morning ("Oh, burst the bonds of slumber") Charlotte Dacre (Шарлотта Дакре) Morning ("SEE light the hills adorning")
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