Poem by Sara Teasdale

Joy

  I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
   I will sing to the stars in the sky,
  I love, I am loved, he is mine,
   Now at last I can die!

  I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
   I have heart-fire and singing to give,
  I can tread on the grass or the stars,
   Now at last I can live!

1. Enough
2. Riches
3. Dusk in War Time
4. Moods
5. Child, Child

Madison Cawein Joy ("What were this life without her?")

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