Moods
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!
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"I am the still rain falling,..."
This evocative piece by Sara Teasdale, titled "Moods", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...