| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | My Heart is Heavy | | By Sara Teasdale |
| | From Memories MY heart is heavy with many a song, | |
| Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree; | |
| And I can never give you one | |
| My songs do not belong to me. | |
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| Yet in the evening, in the dusk | 5 |
| When moths go to and fro, | |
| In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen, | |
| Take itno one will know. | | | | |
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