Heart Of Mine

Heart of mine, bruised as a bird
In a wicker, beating that it free!
Heart of mine! Heart of mine!
I would soothe thee. I would sing such lays,
That thy throat would ache to sing!
Heart of mine; thou wouldst list, and listening,
Be enticed to sing with me.
I would show such fields, such greened fields,
So daisy-strewn, so poppy-flashed,
That thou wouldst dream within thy prison place,
And dreaming, flee.

I would lay such soothing hands upon thee,
Heart of mine, play upon thy chords
Such melody, that he who would
With rude acclaim to stop thy song,
Shall lose, and thou shalt sleep
Securely with the crooning of my lay.

Heart of mine! Heart of mine!
If thou shouldst bleed,
I would hold my hands beneath the drops,
Making a cup of them, that I might catch
The precious stuffs, heart of mine!
Heart of mine! I then would lift them up- -
A sacrifice to Him!

by Patience Worth

Comments (8)

i love this poem i have been looking for other poems and writing my own i have been sharing mine in diffrent chats ill be back thank you for sharing this poem once again i love it
Almost the whole poem seems to be from the perspective of a detached, nonempathic observer. And then the last 4 lines startle the reader into considering the possibility that the writer may have known him. Brilliant!
....very nicely penned, with a touch of mystery ★
Excellent piece of work... thanks for sharing.....
Very unusual Prem nicely written thanks for sharing it.
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