Author Sara Teasdale The day before April Alone, alone,I walked in the woods And I sat on a stone.I sat on a broad stone And sang to the birds.The tune was God's making But I made the words. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments