August Moonrise : Sara Teasdale : : August Poems: Months Poems : :

August Moonrise : By Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) : : : : : : THE sun was gone, and the moon was comingOver the blue Connecticut hills;The west was rosy, the east was flushed,And over my head the swallows rushedThis way and that, with changeful wills.I heard them twitter and watched them dartNow together and nowContinue reading “August Moonrise : Sara Teasdale : : August Poems: Months Poems : :”

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