I lift mine eyes against the sky,
The clouds are weeping--so am I;
I lift mine eyes again on high,
The sun is smiling--so am I.
Why do I smile? Why do I weep?
I do not know, it lies so deep.
I hear the winds of autumn sigh.
They break my heart, they make me cry.
I hear the birds of lovely spring,
My hopes revive, I help them sing.
Why do I sing? Why do I cry?
It lies so deep I know not why.
--_Morris Rosenfeld._