Sarah Teasdale

Here you will find the Poem April Song of poet Sarah 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!