Musings

Ache heart! What right have you To hold a universe in tow, To make a wish come true To ease your woe?

When I depart shall I be living, Or shall I be in truth Among the dead? Only the so-called living bury The so-called fled; Count me alive and giving Love to my best beloved.

I put a plaster on my heart tonight, Poor heart — so sad, so sore, o’er Earthly griefs — It drew the tears to surface sheets; Like raindrops in a sudden flight, It washed away some false beliefs, And left it healed— such strange retreats!