by Sara Teasedale
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.

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