CategorySara Teasdale

I Love You


When April bends above meAnd finds me fast asleepDust need not keep the secretA live heart died to keep. When April tells the thrushes,The meadow-larks will know,And pipe the three words lightlyTo all the winds that blow. Above his roof the swallows,In notes like far-blown rain,Will tell the little sparrowBeside his window-pane. O sparrow, little sparrow,When I am fast asleep,Then tell my love...