Poem by Sara Teasdale

Age

Brooks sing in the spring
And in summer cease;
I who sang in my youth
Now hold me peace.

Youth is a noisy stream
Chattering over the ground,
But the sad wisdom of age
Wells up without sound.

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

William Winter Age ("Snow and stars, the same as ever")

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