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.
But oh, to him I loved
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the little open gate
That led thru heaven's wall.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.