Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Joy of poet Sara Teasdale

Joy

I am wild, I will sing to the trees, 
I will sing to the stars in the sky, 
I love, I am loved, he is mine, 
Now at last I can die! 

I am sandaled with wind and with flame, 
I have heart-fire and singing to give, 
I can tread on the grass or the stars, 
Now at last I can live!