Love Songs/The Tree of Song

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Love Songs  (1917)  Sara Teasdale The Tree of Song

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New York: Macmillan Co. page 63

THE TREE OF SONG I sang my songs for the rest,  For you I am still; The tree of my song is bare  On its shining hill. For you came like a lordly wind,  And the leaves were whirled Far as forgotten things  Past the rim of the world. The tree of my song stands bare  Against the blue— I gave my songs to the rest,  Myself to you.