The Heart has many Doors —
I can but knock —
For any sweet "Come in"
Impelled to hark —
Not saddened by repulse,
Repast to me
That somewhere, there exists,
Supremacy —
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The Heart has narrow Banks |
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind — |
The Mind lives on the Heart |
The mob within the heart |
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first — |
This heart that broke so long — |
To break so vast a Heart |
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Unto a broken heart |