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Morning Song

by Sara Teasdale, 1920

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.

Tags: beauty, love, nature

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