Helen of Troy and Other Poems by Sara Teasdale
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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 Prayer My answered prayer came up to me, And in the silence thus spake he: "O you who prayed for me to come, Your greeting is but cold and dumb." My heart made answer: "You are fair, But I have prayed too long to care. Why came you not when all was new, And I had died for joy of you." Two Songs for a Child |
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