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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Twilight

Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling,
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
 
Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #Suicide #Women #XXCentury

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