The window-lights, myriads and myriads

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

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,

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?

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

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 …

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