| Share

Song Making

by Sara Teasdale
My heart cried like a beaten child
 Ceaselessly all night long;
I had to take my own cries
 And thread them into a song.
One was a cry at black midnight
 And one when the first cock crew —
My heart was like a beaten child,
 But no one ever knew.
Life, you have put me in your debt
 And I must serve you long —
But oh, the debt is terrible
 That must be paid in song.

24 X 7

Private Tutor

Click Here for Details
24 x 7 Tutor Availability
Unlimited Online Tutoring
1-on-1 Tutoring