JOY
by: Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
 AM wild, I will sing to the trees,
- I will sing to the stars in the sky,
- I love, I am loved, he is mine,
- Now at last I can die!
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- I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
- I have heart-fire and singing to give,
- I can tread on the grass or the stars,
- Now at last I can live!
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"Joy" is reprinted from
Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1915. Ed. William Stanley
Braithwaite. New York: Gomme & Marshall, 1915. |
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