Song Making

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Title:     Song Making
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

My heart cried like a beaten child
Ceaselessly all night long;
I had to take my own cries
And thread them into a song.

One was a cry at black midnight
And one when the first cock crew--
My heart was like a beaten child,
But no one ever knew.

Life, you have put me in your debt
And I must serve you long--
But oh, the debt is terrible
That must be paid in song.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Song Making

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