My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.


Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale (ed. MacMillan Publishing Company, 1984)


My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.