Joy

Sara Teasdale

I 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!

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!

Next 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : June Night
• Sara Teasdale : Leaves
• Sara Teasdale : Less Than The Cloud To The Wind
• Sara Teasdale : Lessons
• Sara Teasdale : Let It Be Forgotten
• Sara Teasdale : Lights
• Sara Teasdale : Like Barley Bending
• Sara Teasdale : Longing
• Sara Teasdale : Lost Things
• Sara Teasdale : Love And Death

Previous 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : Jewls
• Sara Teasdale : Jewels
• Sara Teasdale : It Will Not Change
• Sara Teasdale : It Is Not A Word
• Sara Teasdale : Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow
• Sara Teasdale : Indian Summer
• Sara Teasdale : In The Train
• Sara Teasdale : In The Metropolitan Museum
• Sara Teasdale : In The End
• Sara Teasdale : In The Carpenter's Shop