Morning Song
Sara Teasdale
A diamond of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.
O white moon, you are lonely,
It is the same with me,
But we have the world to roam over,
Only the lonely are free.
A note to readers
Dead Poets Daily now has over 50,000 subscribers across 191 countries. Thank you for your ongoing interest and support.
Informed by the results of last year’s reader survey, I’ve decided to launch a new—completely optional—way for readers to support Dead Poets Daily. This paid subscription option does not offer any benefits over a free subscription; it simply allows you to make a voluntary contribution to help sustain this project.
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After starting out in January 2022, I never imagined having 50,000 subscribers—nor having the chance to inject a little poetry into so many people’s lives.
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Kind regards,
Ario Smith
Editor, Dead Poets Daily