Played around decorating the inside of my circle book today. The poem inside is by an American poet I hadn't heard of before but I do like her work. She was Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933 and the poem is called Morning. The verse in my book says:
"I went out on an April morning,
All alone for my heart was high.
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky"