Music.

by Sara Teasdale · 1791 · Beauty & Art
Whence comes that sound which doth my spirit seize,
And lift me up to heavens high?
Is it the wind that whispers through the trees,
Or angel's voice that doth my soul spy?

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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