Morning Song
by Sara Teasdale
A diamond of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.
O white moon, you are lonely,
It is the same with me,
But we have the world to roam over,
Only the lonely are free.
1 comment:
Lovely poem, Joe. Teasdale is a favorite. And your photo—sublime. Thank you.
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