Dusk in June
Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.
The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,–
Oh let me like the birds
Sing before night.
~~
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
from Rivers to the Sea, 1915
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Sara Teasdale biography
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