Morning

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Title:     Morning
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by 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.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Morning

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