But you I never understood

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more …

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,

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies,— You are my deepening skies, Give me your stars to hold.

Oh, beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love?

Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me? My throat should ache with praise, and I Should kneel in joy beneath the sky. Oh, beauty are you not enough?

But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all, I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.