Poem by Sara Teasdale

May

THE wind is tossing the lilacs,
    The new leaves laugh in the sun, 
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
    But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms
    I go a wintry way, 
For love that smiled in April
    Is false to me in May.

1. The Flight
2. April Song
3. Songs out of Sorrow
4. I Would Live in Your Love
5. Ebb Tide

James Percival May ("I FEEL newer life in every gale")

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