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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Wood Song

Sara Teasdale

From “Songs out of Stress”

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.