Poem by Sara Teasdale

Alchemy

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.

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Understanding
3. Bells
4. The Nights Remember
5. Let It Be Forgotten

Print

1651 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version