Sara Teasdale - The Tree of Song lyrics

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Sara Teasdale - The Tree of Song lyrics

I sang my songs for the rest, For you I am still; The tree of my song is bare On its shining hill. For you came like a lordly wind, And the leaves were whirled Far as forgotten things Past the rim of the world. The tree of my song stands bare Against the blue— I gave my songs to the rest, Myself to you.