What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, <br />That my songs do not show me at all? <br />For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, <br />I am an answer, they are only a call. <br /> <br />But what do I care, for love will be over so soon, <br />Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by, <br />For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent, <br />It is my heart that makes my songs, not I. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Venus<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-do-i-care-2/
