Twilight

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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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.

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