The Treasure by Sara Teasdale Lyrics

When they see my songs
       &nbsp They will sigh and say,
"Poor soul, wistful soul,
       &nbsp Lonely night and day."

They will never know
       &nbsp All your love for me
Surer than the spring,
       &nbsp Stronger than the sea;

Hidden out of sight
       &nbsp Like a miser's gold
In forsaken fields
       &nbsp Where the wind is cold.