Wood Song

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

I heard a wood thrush in the dusk
Twirl three notes and make a star--
My heart that walked with bitterness
Came back from very far.

Three shining notes were all he had,
And yet they made a starry call--
I caught life back against my breast
And kissed it, scars and all.

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

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