PART I - LOVE-FREE

LOVE-FREE

I AM free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,
Glad to forget all of the passion of April
Ere it was love-free.

I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly,
But if he returned, if he should look at me deeply,
I should awake, I should awake and remember
I am my lover's.

Content of PART I: LOVE-FREE [Sara Teasdale's poem collection: Rivers to the Sea]

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