Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MARCH NIGHTS, by SARA TEASDALE

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First Line: The thin night wind is cold
Last Line: I have borne too many springs.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
Subject(s): March (month); Night; Bedtime

The thin night wind is cold,
And the stars that rise with spring,
Vega, Arcturus, Spica,
Are sharp in their changeless youth,

The scarcely budded trees
Give themselves up to the wind,
There is never a shelter here
From the stars and the scent of the earth.

Too late, too late, too late,
Nothing could come or go
That would not be too late --
I have borne too many springs.

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