Poems
14.03.2010 / 10.51 am
 
by Sara Teasdale
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 6
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.


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corina campos at 2008-11-13

i love your poems

R.O at 2009-03-08

Im writing music for this poem

dylan at 2009-05-18

i love you
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Votes: 0
 

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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1
 

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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 2
 

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