Poem of the day

Love Me
by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

Brown-thrush singing all day long
⁠      In the leaves above me,
Take my love this April song,
      “Love me, love me, love me!”

When he harkens what you say,
⁠      Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,
⁠      And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!

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