The Mind lives on the Heart

Like any Parasite —

If that is full of Meat

The Mind is fat.


But if the Heart omit

Emaciate the Wit —

The Aliment of it

So absolute.

Poet:

The mob within the heart

Police cannot suppress

The riot given at the first

Is authorized as peace


Uncertified of scene

Or signified of sound

But growing like a hurricane

In a congenial...

Poet:

The Popular Heart is a Cannon first —

Subsequent a Drum —

Bells for an Auxiliary

And an Afterward of Rum —


Not a Tomorrow to know its name

Nor a Past to stare —

Ditches for Realms and a Trip to Jail...

Poet:

This dirty — little — Heart

Is freely mine.

I won it with a Bun —

A Freckled shrine —


But eligibly fair

To him who sees

The Visage of the Soul

And not the knees.

Poet:

This heart that broke so long —

These feet that never flagged —

This faith that watched for star in vain,

Give gently to the dead —


Hound cannot overtake the Hare

That fluttered panting, here —

Nor...

Poet:

To break so vast a Heart

Required a Blow as vast —

No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight —

'Twas undeserved Blast —

Poet:


To H


Thy Friendship oft has made my heart to ake

Do be my Enemy for Friendships sake

Poet:

Unto a broken heart

No other one may go

Without the high prerogative

Itself hath suffered too.

Poet: