Happy birthday, Sara

In honor of the birthday of American poet Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), here is a choral setting of her poem “Only in Sleep.”

Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep Time is forgotten—
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild—
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?

6 Responses to Happy birthday, Sara

  1. It’s just beautiful.Saving this to the clouds.Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Just lovely. 🙂 — Suzanne

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