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Grazing at Life's bright visions,
So false, and fair, and new, I forgot the other heart, dear,
Forgot it and lost it too!
I might seek that heart for ever,
And for one short, careless hour,
n.HE Heart?—Yes, I wore it As sign and as token Of a love that once gave it, A vow that was spoken; But a love, and a vow, and a heart Can be broken.
The Love ?—Life and Death
Are crushed into a day, So what wonder that Love
Should as soon pass away— What wonder I saw it
Fade, fail, and decay.
The Vow ?—why what was it, It snapped like a thread;
"While the true, living future Grows pure, wise, and strong."
So I cast the gold heart,
In the Lake, and bound on it
[OOK, this little golden Heart Was a true-love shrine For a tress of hair; I held them, Heart and tress, as mine, Like the Love which gave the token— See to-day the Heart is broken!
Broken is the golden heart,
Lost the tress of hair;
Desolate, and bare!
Fast and deep the river floweth,
Floweth to the west;
In its cold dark breast,—
EEP within my heart of hearts, dear, Bound with all its strings, Two Loves are together reigning, Both are crowned like Kings; While my life, still uncomplaining, Rests beneath their wings.
So they both will rule my heart, dear,
Till it cease to beat;
Truer, more complete;
Sweeter, and more sweet.
One all life and time transfigures;Piercing through and through