Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Moods of poet Sara Teasdale

Moods

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!