Sara Teasdale - Meadowlarks lyrics

In the silver light after a storm,   Under dripping boughs of bright new green, I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks   Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen. What have I to fear in life or d**h   Who have known three things: the kiss in the night, The white flying joy when a song is born,   And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.