Alchemy
by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
I lift my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain;
My heart will be a lovely cup
Altho' it holds but pain.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold.
|
At Night
Barter
Joy
Desert Pools
Leaves
Less Than The Cloud To The Wind
Night Song of Amalfi
Song
Spring Night
|
