Sara Teasdale — What Do I Care?

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,        &nbsp That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,        &nbsp I am an answer, they are only a call. But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,        &nbsp Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by, For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,        &nbsp It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.