O WHAT have you done with your heart, daughter, And what have you done to your soul, my dear? Your heart was like a lily in June, And your soul as a crystal clear... Oh, I've thrown my heart in a well, mother, For the lily was sick, and needed rain: Oh, I've wept a cloud round my soul, mother, And we never shall see it again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT ON WHICH I DINED by WILLIAM COWPER WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I GLOTTO'S TOWER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SORROWS OF WERTHER by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN |