Morning Song

A diamond of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.

O white moon, you are lonely,
It is the same with me,
But we have the world to roam over,
Only the lonely are free.

by Sara Teasdale

See more in : https://americanliterature.com/author/sara-teasdale/poem/morning-song

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