Nature
Moods
From Rivers to the Sea
Nature
I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth--
Oh, be the green fields calling,
Oh, be for me the earth!
I am the brown bird pining
To leave the nest and fly--
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
Oh, be for me the sky!
Cite this poem
MLA
Teasdale, Sara. “Moods.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/15/.
Chicago
Teasdale, Sara. “Moods.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/15/.
Read this poem with the Codex →