Poem by Sara Teasdale

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  Like barley bending
   In low fields by the sea,
  Singing in hard wind
   Ceaselessly;

  Like barley bending
   And rising again,
  So would I, unbroken,
   Rise from pain;

  So would I softly,
   Day long, night long,
  Change my sorrow
   Into song.

1. Arcturus
2. A Little While
3. Understanding
4. White Fog
5. Morning Song

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