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SONG MAKING by SARA TEASDALE

Poet Analysis

First Line: MY HEART CRIES LIKE A BEATEN CHILD
Last Line: BUT NO ONE THOUGHT IT TRUE!
Subject(s): RELIGION; THEOLOGY;
My heart cries like a beaten child,
Ceaselessly, all night long;
And I must take my own heart cries
And thread them neatly into a song.

My heart cries like a beaten child,
And I must listen, stark and terse,
Dry-eyed and critical, to see
What I can turn into a verse.

This was a sob at the hour of three,
And this when the first cock crew --
I wove them into a dainty song,
But no one thought it true!



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