Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem May Night of poet Sara Teasdale

May Night

The spring is fresh and fearless 
And every leaf is new, 
The world is brimmed with moonlight, 
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows 
I catch my breath and sing-- 
My heart is fresh and fearless 
And over-brimmed with spring.