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Poem by Sara Teasdale
The Wind
A wind is blowing over my soul,
I hear it cry the whole night through--
Is there no peace for me on earth
Except with you?
Alas, the wind has made me wise,
Over my naked soul it blew,--
There is no peace for me on earth
Even with you.
Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale's other poems:- In a Cuban Garden
- Understanding
- Bells
- The Nights Remember
- Let It Be Forgotten
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Lucy Montgomery The Wind ("O, wind! what saw you in the South") Eugene Field The Wind ("Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing") James Stephens The Wind ("The wind stood up and gave a shout") James Reeves The Wind ("I can get through a doorway without any key") Mathilde Blind The Wind ("ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind") Frances Kemble The Wind ("Night comes upon the earth; and fearfully") Emily Dickinson The Wind ("Of all the sounds despatched abroad")
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