A Child's Laughter

A child's bright laugh, a joyous sound,
That rings out clear, on morning air,
As innocence and glee abound,
Dispelling every trace of care.
It is a music, pure and sweet,
A melody that fills the heart,
And makes life's passing moments fleet,
A priceless, uncorrupted art.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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