Love Songs (1917)/Moods

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For other versions of this work, see Moods (Teasdale).

New York: Macmillan Co., page 74

MOODS

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!