Poem by Sara Teasdale

Moods

  I am the still rain falling,
   Too tired for singing mirth--
  Oh, be the green fields calling,
   Oh, be for me the earth!

  I am the brown bird pining
   To leave the nest and fly--
  Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
   Oh, be for me the sky!

1. Chance
2. Summer Storm
3. In the End
4. It Will Not Change
5. Water Lilies

Edward Sill Moods ("DAWN has blossomed: the sun is nigh")

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