Sara Teasdale: "Morning"

                                      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.

"Morning" by Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems. © Digireads.com Publishing, 1951.

Image credit: "Windy Morning," Po Mo painting by Virginia Lloyd-Davies (originally color).