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. Arcturus
2. A Little While
3. Understanding
4. In a Cuban Garden
5. White Fog

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