My Heart is Heavy.
My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree
But I can never give you one-
My songs do not belong to me
Yet in the evening, in the dusk
When moths go to and fro,
In the grey hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take one, none will know.
Sara Teesdale
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