May Night : By Sara Teasdale ( 1884 – 1933 ) : The spring is fresh and fearlessAnd every leaf is new,The world is brimmed with moonlight,The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadowsI catch my breath and sing–My heart is fresh and fearlessAnd over-brimmed with spring. — Sara Teasdale “May Night”, AContinue reading “May Night : Sara Teasdale : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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MADHU MALTI 