Invisible Heron, Distant Frogs

I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth-
Oh, be the green fields calling,
Oh, be for me the earth!
I am the brown bird pining
To leave the nest and fly-
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
Oh, be for me the sky!


Moods, by Sara Teasdale


It seemed like time for another Sara Teasdale poem.