I heard a wood thrush in the dusk
Twirl three notes and make a star-
My heart that walked with bitterness
Came back from very far.
Three shining notes were all he had,
And yet they made a starry call-
I caught life back against my breast
And kissed it, scars and all.
Wood Song
Sara Teasdale
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