Poem by Sara Teasdale

Meadowlarks

In the silver light after a storm,
 Under dripping boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
 Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.

What have I to fear in life or death
 Who have known three things: the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
 And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Understanding
3. Bells
4. The Nights Remember
5. Let It Be Forgotten

Ina Coolbrith Meadowlarks ("Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am!")

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