Sarah Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem Joy of poet Sarah 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!