The Tree
Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn; But still, oh so still While the winds come and go, With no more fear of the hard frost Or the bright burden of snow; And heedless, heedless If anyone pass and see On the white page of the sky Its thin black tracery.
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"Oh to be free of myself,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Sara Teasdale delivers a powerful performance in "The Tree"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...