Moods Poem by Sara Teasdale
Moods
Rating: ★3.2
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!
Friday, January 3, 2003
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M Asim Nehal
09 July 2016
Outstanding poem.....10 a crafty piece indeed, The mood is defined very well in poetic form
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11/17/2024 1:39:35 AM # 1.0.0
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