Have you got a brook in your little heart,

Where bashful flowers blow,

And blushing birds go down to drink,

And shadows tremble so ?


And nobody...

Poet:

I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!

I don't care for pouting skies!

If the Butterfly delay

Can I, therefore, stay away?


If the Coward Bumble Bee

In his chimney corner stay,

I, must resoluter be!
...

Poet:

My Heart upon a little Plate

Her Palate to delight

A Berry or a Bun, would be,

Might it an Apricot!

Poet:

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:

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: