Sara Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem The Wind of poet Sara Teasdale

The Wind

A wind is blowing over my soul, 
I hear it cry the whole night thro' -- 
Is there no peace for me on earth 
Except with you?

Alas, the wind has made me wise, 
Over my naked soul it blew, -- 
There is no peace for me on earth 
Even with you.