Page:The Collected Poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter.djvu/179

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A CARELESS HEART

The wind has blown my heart away
All on a summer holiday.
If you can find it, pray you tell,
For this is how the loss befell:

If you will now my tale believe,
I wore my heart upon my sleeve,
So came it that, alack the day!
The wind did blow my heart away.

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