• 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 lagging

    I remember him!

  • 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

  • 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 —

    Spare the Tenant — long eno' —

    A Picture — if it Care —

    Itself — a...

  • My Heart upon a little Plate

    Her Palate to delight

    A Berry or a Bun, would be,

    Might it an Apricot!

  • 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 tell.


    Magnanimous as Bird

    By Boy descried —

    Singing unto the...

  • 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...

  • 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.


    Bear with the Ballad —

    Awkward — faltering —

    Death twists the...

  • 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 delicious throe

    Of transport thrilled with Fear —

  • 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

    Than such Fidelity.

  • The heart asks pleasure first,

    And then, excuse from pain ;

    And then, those little anodynes

    That deaden suffering ;


    And then, to go to sleep ;

    And then, if it should be

    The will of its Inquisitor,

    The...