I Love You
When April bends above me And finds me fast asleep, Dust need not keep the secret A live heart died to keep. When April tells the thrushes, The meadow-larks will know, And pipe the three words lightly To all the winds that blow. Above his roof the swallows, In notes like far-blown rain, Will tell the little sparrow Beside his window-pane. O sparrow, little sparrow, When I am fast asleep, Then tell my love the secret That I have died to keep.
This poem is in the public domain.
Born in 1884, Sara Trevor Teasdale's work was characterized by its simplicity and clarity and her use of classical forms.
Date Published: 1911-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/i-love-you