Poetry Sunday: May Night by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale wrote this poem in 1915, but it still feels just as fresh today.
May Night

by Sara Teasdale

The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing--
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.


  1. I am quite sure that I am "over- brimmed" with spring. Last evening we watched a fox and her four kits enjoying the waning hours of daylight and it was as joyful an experience for us as it was for them.

  2. I don't think I've ever enjoyed a spring as much as I've enjoyed spring this year. "Over-brimmed?" I think that's a lovely way to express it.

  3. I love that phrase over-brimmed with spring, too! Teasdale is such an amazing poet; she's one of my favorites. :D

    1. It is quite a wonderful phrase - one that will stick with me, I think.

  4. This spring has had so many wonderful moments. Yes, I, too, am overbrimmed.


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