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Rivers to the Sea, poem(s) by Sara Teasdale

PART I - TO A CASTILIAN SONG

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TO A CASTILIAN SONG


WE held the book together timidly,
Whose antique music in an alien tongue
Once rose among the dew-drenched vines that hung
Beneath a high Castilian balcony.
I felt the lute strings' ancient ecstasy,
And while he read, my love-filled heart was stung,
And throbbed, as where an ardent bird has clung
The branches tremble on a blossomed tree.
Oh lady for whose sake the song was made,
Laid long ago in some still cypress shade,
Divided from the man who longed for thee,
Here in a land whose name he never heard,
His song brought love as April brings the bird,
And not a breath divides my love from me!







Content of PART I: TO A CASTILIAN SONG [Sara Teasdale's poem collection: Rivers to the Sea]



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