On Bala Hill.

Upon this hill, where winds do softly blow,
And clouds do gather in the sky above,
I stand and gaze, and watch the world below,
And think of home, and all the ones I love.

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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