Poem by Sara Teasdale

Morning Song

A diamond of a morning
 Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
 And left the faint white moon.

O white moon, you are lonely,
 It is the same with me,
But we have the world to roam over,
 Only the lonely are free.

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Understanding
3. White Fog
4. Arcturus
5. Bells

Sylvia Plath Morning Song ("Love set you going like a fat gold watch")

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