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by Sara Teasedale
I went out on an April morning
   All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
   I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning
   Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
   Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.

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