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Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little Heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!
Frail little Heart!
I would not break thee—
Could'st credit me? Could'st credit me?
Gay little Heart—
Like Morning Glory!
Wind and Sun—wilt thee array!
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Very dignified lady of her time. Writing with a constant of intelligence and insightful understanding. Each word is almost brick like in her poetry, showing a keen, intense, dynamic, force in her writings.