Morning Song
A diamond of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.
O white moon, you are lonely,
It is the same with me,
But we have the world to roam over,
Only the lonely are free.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“Morning Song” appeared in Flame and Shadow (The Macmillan Company, 1920).
Author
Sara Teasdale
Born in 1884, Sara Trevor Teasdale's work was characterized by its simplicity and clarity and her use of classical forms.
Date Published
01/01/1920