Saturday, September 29, 2012

When April bends above me

Who what now? Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. September 2012.

I love you all.


I Love You, Sara Teasdale

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

1 comment:

Kris said...

Maybe just quit?