by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Dreamily over the roofs
Language: English 
Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in a lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.

Softly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart, like the bird in the tree,
Is calling, calling, calling.

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