Poetry Archives
@ eMule.com
      
advanced
tips
   
 Poetry » Classic Poets » Sara Teasdale »
 The Tree of Song
 E-Mail  Printable View

The Tree of Song
by Sara Teasdale

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.