Poem by Sara Teasdale

April Song

Willow, in your April gown
 Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
 All my dreaming?

Spring was like a call to me
 That I could not answer,
I was chained to loneliness,
 I, the dancer.

Willow, twinkling in the sun,
 Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
 Love is near me!

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

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