"SAY, have you found the heart I lost As you and I, last night, The fragrant, new-mown meadow crossed, Beneath the sweet starlight?" "I have a heart; but ere I show it, 'T is fair thou shouldst define The private marks by which thou 'lt know it; No doubt the heart is thine." "Well, 't was not hard, nor very strong, A loving, little heart, Filled with sweet raptures and wild song, But all unskilled in art. "'T was like, in its free, joyous youth, A bird upon the wing, -- A worshipper of love, and truth, And every blessed thing." "Well, here's the heart, so fond and true, -- I never could forsake it; Yet rightfully belongs to you The priceless gem, -- then take it." "I thank you, Sir. But hold, look here! I said my heart was small; This great, warm, throbbing heart, 't is clear, Is not my heart at all! "Aha, a roguish plunderer thou! So this nice heart is thine! No matter though, I'll keep it now, 'T is most as good as mine." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 3 by JAMES JOYCE INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE |