WHAT would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do! Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all. What would I give for words, it only words would come! But now in its misery my spirit has fallen dumb. O merry friends, go your way, I have never a word to say. What would I give for tears! not smiles but scalding tears, To wash the black mark clean, and to thaw the frost of years, To wash the stain ingrain, and to make me clean again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON SATIRE: 1. TO JOHN POYNZ (POINS) by THOMAS WYATT PIRATE TREASURE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE ROMAUNT OF THE PAGE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPIGRAM ON A CAPTAIN GROSE by ROBERT BURNS |