I Love You

by Sara Teasdale

When April bends above me
  And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
  A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
  The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
  To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
  In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
  Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
  When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
  That I have died to keep.

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