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.

(C) Sara Teasdale
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Sara Teasdale

• What Do I Care?
• Water Lilies
• Vox Corporis
• A Cry
• The Wanderer
• The Sea Wind
• A Boy
• After Death
• I Am Not Yours
• The Ghost
• Fault
• Debt
• To One Away
• Two Minds
• The Wayfarer
• Two Songs For Solitude: The Crystal Gazer
• Rivers To The Sea
• The Wind
• Faces
• Buried Love
• Riches