Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

(22 March 1808 – 15 June 1877 / London)

My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut! - Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

MY heart is like a withered nut,
Rattling within its hollow shell;
You cannot ope my breast, and put
Any thing fresh with it to dwell.
The hopes and dreams that filled it when
Life's spring of glory met my view,
Are gone! and ne'er with joy or pain
That shrunken heart shall swell anew.

My heart is like a withered nut;
Once it was soft to every touch,
But now 'tis stern and closely shut;--
I would not have to plead with such.
Each light-toned voice once cleared my brow,
Each gentle breeze once shook the tree
Where hung the sun-lit fruit, which now
Lies cold, and stiff, and sad, like me!

My heart is like a withered nut--
It once was comely to the view;
But since misfortune's blast hath cut,
It hath a dark and mournful hue.
The freshness of its verdant youth
Nought to that fruit can now restore;
And my poor heart, I feel in truth,
Nor sun, nor smile shall light it more!


Comments about My Heart Is Like A Withered Nut! by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

  • Rookie Shelley Stanworth (2/1/2014 2:38:00 PM)

    brimming with sorrow and anguish. compelling read (Report) Reply

    1 person liked.
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  • Gold Star - 12,641 Points Ramesh Rai (2/1/2014 2:30:00 AM)

    Heart of a poet is more tender than petal of a flower. it can realise all ups and downs of life.
    lovely ink. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,954 Points * Sunprincess * (2/1/2014 1:15:00 AM)

    ........an interesting title and a write full of sadness...hope the poetess found some happiness... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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