Poems (Greenwood)/The lost heart
THE LOST HEART.
"Say, have you found the heart I lost
As you and I, last night,
The fragrant, new-mown meadow crossed,
Beneath the sweet starlight?"
"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."
'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.
A loving, little heart,
Filled with sweet raptures and wild song,
But all unskilled in art.
"'Twas like, in its free, joyous youth,
A bird upon the wing,—
A worshipper of love, and truth,
And every blessed thing."
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 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!
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."
So this nice heart is thine!
No matter though, I 'll keep it now,
'T is most as good as mine."