Moods

by Sara Teasdale

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!

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