In honour of National Poetry Month, I’m going to post two poems by one of my favourite poets of long ago, SARA TEASDALE
I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
This next one is from her “Vignettes Overseas”
The moon grows out of the hills
a yellow flower;
the lake is a dreamy bride
who waits her hour.
Beauty has filled my heart,
it can hold no more;
it is full, as the lake is full,
from shore to shore.
STRESA appeared in The Collected Works of Sara Teasdale, first published in 1907.