Sara Teasdale's poem: MOODS

Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale
PART I - MOODS
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MOODS I AM the still rain falling, Too tired for singing mirth-- Oh, be the green fields calling, Oh, be for me the earth! I am the brown bird pining To leave the nest and fly-- Oh, be the fresh cloud shining, Oh, be for me the sky! Content of PART I: MOODS [Sara Teasdale's poem collection: Rivers to the Sea] Read next: PART I#APRIL SONG Read previous: PART I#COME Table of content of Rivers to the Sea GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale