Poem by Sara Teasdale

May Wind

  I said, "I have shut my heart
   As one shuts an open door,
  That Love may starve therein
   And trouble me no more."

  But over the roofs there came
   The wet new wind of May,
  And a tune blew up from the curb
   Where the street-pianos play.

  My room was white with the sun
   And Love cried out in me,
  "I am strong, I will break your heart
   Unless you set me free."

1. Morning Song
2. Gray Fog
3. Nahant
4. Spring Torrents
5. Winter Dusk

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