I Love You

Sara TeasdaleSara Teasdale

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When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
Sara Teasdale
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Sara Teasdale

1884 - 1933/Female/AmericanA lyric poet who wrote collections mostly about her loneliness.

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