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Heart! We will forget him! Heart! We will forget him! You and I — tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave — I will forget the light! When you have done, pray tell me That I may straight begin! Haste! lest while you're... Poet:	His Heart was darker than the starless night His Heart was darker than the starless night For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn Poet:	It's thoughts — and just One Heart — It's thoughts — and just One Heart — And Old Sunshine — about — Make frugal — Ones — Content — And two or three — for Company — Upon a Holiday — Crowded — as Sacrament — Books — when the Unit —... Poet:	My Heart upon a little Plate My Heart upon a little Plate Her Palate to delight A Berry or a Bun, would be, Might it an Apricot! Poet:
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone — A Whip so small you could not see it I've known To lash the Magic Creature Till it fell, Yet that Whip's Name Too noble then to... Poet:	Poor little Heart! 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... Poet:	Sang from the Heart, Sire, Sang from the Heart, Sire, Dipped my Beak in it, If the Tune drip too much Have a tint too Red Pardon the Cochineal — Suffer the Vermillion — Death is the Wealth Of the Poorest Bird.... Poet:	Sweet Skepticism of the Heart — Sweet Skepticism of the Heart — That knows — and does not know — And tosses like a Fleet of Balm — Affronted by the snow — Invites and then retards the Truth Lest Certainty be sere Compared with the... Poet:
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar The healed Heart shows its shallow scar With confidential moan — Not mended by Mortality Are Fabrics truly torn — To go its convalescent way So shameless is to see More genuine were Perfidy ... Poet:	The Heart asks Pleasure — first — The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain ; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering ; And then, to go to sleep ;... Poet: