Calls on the Heart

Hast heard that Proserpina (Once fooling) was snatched away, To partake the dark king's seat,— And that the tears ran fast on her feet, To think how the sun shone yesterday? With her ankles sunken in asphodel, She wept for the roses of earth, which fell From her lap, when the wild car drave to hell. Heart, wilt thou go? —"No, no! Wise hearts are warmer so."

And what is this place not seen, Where Hearts may hide serene?— Tis a fair still house well-kept, Which humble thoughts have swept, And holy prayers made clean. There, I sit with Love in the sun, And we two never have done Singing sweeter songs than are guessed by one." Heart, wilt thou go? —"No, no! Warm hearts are fuller so."

O Heart, O Love,—I fear That Love may be kept too near. Hast heard, O Heart, that tale, How Love may be false and frail To a heart once holden dear? —"But this true Love of mine Clings fast as the clinging vine, And mingles pure as the grapes in wine." Heart, wilt thou go? —"No, no! Full hearts beat higher so."