Twilight [Dreamily over the roofs]

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Title:     Twilight [Dreamily over the roofs]
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling,
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.

Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Twilight [Dreamily over the roofs]

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