THY HEART
An anonymous poem
 HY heart
is like some icy lake,
- On whose cold brink I stand;
- Oh, buckle on my spirit's skate,
- And lead, thou living saint, the way
- To where the ice is thin--
- That it may break beneath my feet
- And let a lover in!
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"Thy Heart" is reprinted
from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York:
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915. |
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