Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 30, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Lost Heart

by Herbert S. Gorman (1893 – 1954).

The Lost Heart (1919)

Is there a lost child crying in the night
And wandering through mists that never lift?
Nay, this is nothing, nothing: close your bright
Desirous eyes and into slumber drift.
It is not any child beneath dull skies                
That cries and wanders in a place apart. …
This thing that troubles you and wakes your eyes
Is my heart lost and crying to your heart.

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