Item Number: EC.7.0628
Text: Sara Teasdale.
A William Wordsworth poem given a sublime setting with a gorgeous piano accompaniment:
I AM a cloud in the heaven's height,
The stars are lit for my delight,
Tireless and changeful, swift and free,
I cast my shadow on hill and sea-
But why do the pines on the mountain's crest Call to me always, "Rest, rest"?
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