For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold. - Sara Teasdale

But I will turn my eyes from you As women turn to put away The jewels they have worn at night And cannot wear in sober day.

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.
For I shall have peace.
As leafey trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough.
And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
Than you are now

With the man I love who loves me not I walked in the street-lamps' flare — But oh, the girls who can ask for love In the lights of Union Square.