Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON THE SUSSEX DOWNS, by SARA TEASDALE



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ON THE SUSSEX DOWNS, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Over the downs there were birds flying
Last Line: It was myself that sang in me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
Variant Title(s): On The South Downs


Over the downs there were birds flying,
Far off glittered the sea,
And toward the north the weald of Sussex
Lay like a kingdom under me.

I was happier than the larks
That nest on the downs and sing to the sky --
Over the downs the birds flying
Were not so happy as I.

It was not you, though you were near,
Though you were good to hear and see,
It was not earth, it was not heaven,
It was myself that sang in me.





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