TURNING GRIEF

ALCHEMY

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I lift my heart as spring lifts up

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A yellow daisy to the rain;

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My heart will be a lovely cup

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Altho' it holds but pain.

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For I shall learn from flower and leaf

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That colour every drop they hold,

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To change the lifeless wine of grief

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To living gold.

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Sara Teasdale