Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem April Song of poet Sara Teasdale

April Song

Willow in your April gown 
Delicate and gleaming, 
Do you mind in years gone by 
All my dreaming?

Spring was like a call to me 
That I could not answer, 
I was chained to loneliness, 
I, the dancer.

Willow, twinkling in the sun, 
Still your leaves and hear me, 
I can answer spring at last, 
Love is near me!