Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Song for Colin

  I sang a song at dusking time
   Beneath the evening star,
  And Terence left his latest rhyme
   To answer from afar.

  Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
   And sighed, "She sings for me."
  But Colin slept a careless sleep
   Beneath an apple tree.

1. Swans
2. The Ghost
3. The River
4. November
5. Faults

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