"Like Barley Bending"

by Sara Teasdale
Like barley bending
 In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Like barley bending
 And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
 Rise from pain;
So would I softly,
 Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
 Into song.

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