My heart and I know many things: We know why singing birds have wings; Why moths, enthralled by mad desire Would rather die than shun the fire; Why spirits bruised can make brave show, While happiness must softly go; Why music's mystic trinity Holds peace, heartache and ecstacy; Why Woman, since the world began Feeds drop by drop, her heart to Man; How daisies dance and grasses wave Impartially above each grave; Why bees must hive, fruit fill the pod; How each soul fashions his own God. My heart and I know many a thing, Why tides must rise and poets sing. |