The Tree of Song

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.

– Sara Teasdale

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One Comment

  1. Aajay

    Superb one madhu.

    P.S- I just subscribed to RSS feeds. :-)

    Posted February 21, 2011 at 14:56 | Permalink | Reply

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