The Song Maker
I made a hundred little songs That told the joy and pain of love, And sang them blithely, tho' I knew No whit thereof. I was a weaver deaf and blind; A miracle was wrought for me, But I have lost my skill to weave Since I can see. For while I sang, ah swift and strange! Love passed and touched me on the brow, And I who made so many songs Am silent now.
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"I made a hundred little songs..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Sara Teasdale delivers a powerful performance in "The Song Maker"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...