Poor little Heart!
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little Heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!
Frail little Heart!
I would not break thee —
Could'st credit me? Could'st credit me?
Gay little Heart —
Like Morning Glory!
Wind and Sun — wilt thee array!
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