Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG MAKING, by SARA TEASDALE



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First Line: My heart cries like a beaten child
Last Line: But no one thought it true!
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
Subject(s): Religion; Theology


My heart cries like a beaten child,
Ceaselessly, all night long;
And I must take my own heart cries
And thread them neatly into a song.

My heart cries like a beaten child,
And I must listen, stark and terse,
Dry-eyed and critical, to see
What I can turn into a verse.

This was a sob at the hour of three,
And this when the first cock crew --
I wove them into a dainty song,
But no one thought it true!





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