A Birthday

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down;

My Heart's In The Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

Autumn Valentine

In May my heart was breaking- Oh, wide the wound, and deep! And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep. And when it came November, I sought my heart, and sighed, "Poor thing, do you remember?" "What heart was that?" it cried.

My Heart And I

I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I.

In The Forest

HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead, Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red, Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire. We are weary, my heart, we are weary, so long we have borne The heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead, let us rest, Let us scatter their ashes away, for a while let us mourn; We will rest, O my heart, till the shadows are gray in the west.

Two Schools

I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, 'Go out,' I said, 'and learn the rule; Come back when you win a prize.' My heart came back again: 'Now where is the prize? ' I cried. - - 'The rule was false, and the prize was pain, And the teacher's name was Pride.'

Interpretation

Somewhere within your loving look I sense, Without the least intention to deceive, Without suspicion, without evidence, Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.

Eating And Drinking Chapter Vi

Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking." And he said: Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light. But since you must kill to eat, and rob the young of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship, And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in many.

A Poet's Heart

A poet's wandering heart is precious Only to a few eager souls, who hear Their heart's songs echoed in his words. That's why to them, the poet is so dear. A poet's heart cannot be possessed By a single soul mate entwined or not, For a poet's heart is free to wander, From heaven to earth without a knot.

Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart

Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there, look: the last village of words and, higher, (but how tiny) still one last farmhouse of feeling. Can you see it? Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stoneground under your hands. Even here, though, something can bloom; on a silent cliff-edge an unknowing plant blooms, singing, into the air. But the one who knows? Ah, he began to know and is quiet now, exposed on the cliffs of the heart.

Those Who Do Not Dance

A crippled child Said, “How shall I dance?” Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: “How shall I sing?” Let your heart sing We said

I Waited A Long Time For You, And My Dream Came True

I was like a withered flower in a barren desert, till I breathed your smile that brought life to my heart. I was like a homeless child looking for a shelter. till you got me in your heart, awh nothing is much better. When I saw you, I felt my heart flying freely in the sky. I said ' Angels don't exist, could she be a butterfly? ! '. I waited a long time for the one who will wipe tears stuck in my eyes. Then I met you, and to my lifelong loneliness said 'Good-bye'.

Birds Sing I Love You, Love

Birds sing "I love you, love" the whole day through, And not another song can they sing right; But, singing done with, loving's done with quite, The autumn sunders every twittering two. And I'd not have love make too much ado With sweet parades of fondness and delight, Lest iterant wont should make caresses trite, Love-names mere cuckoo ousters of the true. Oh heart can hear heart's sense in senseless nought,

Vision X

There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were two basins - one empty of water and the other of seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless bird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep silence and respect - something worth of examination and meditation by the heard and conscience. As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid heaps of gold.

Sleep Now, O Sleep Now

Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart! A voice crying 'Sleep now' Is heard in my heart. The voice of the winter Is heard at the door. O sleep, for the winter Is crying 'Sleep no more.'

Heart Vs Mind

I am confused really confused My mind says to fight for truth And Heart says to live in harmony The Mind sets boundaries and limitations Heart says love unconditionally Should I listen to my heart or mind? Where do the emotions come from? If it is from my mind Then why do my heart ache and rejoice in love Is it not the first electromagnetic wave

Song For The Last Act

Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame, Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd's crook. Beyond, a garden, There, in insolent ease The lead and marble figures watch the show Of yet another summer loath to go Although the scythes hang in the apple trees. Now that I have your face by heart, I look.

My Heart Needs Somewhere To Belong

My heart wanders around searching for love that is not found only a true heart will find what it needs but a life that is wrong cannot receive and the air that I breathe has a stench My thirst for true love will never be quenched if I don't make myself whole my soul to the devil will be sold

Into The Twilight

OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn. Your mother Eire is aways young, Dew ever shining and twilight grey; Though hope fall from you and love decay, Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue. Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: For there the mystical brotherhood

Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? Me from my self thy cruel eye hath taken, And my next self thou harder hast engrossed. Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken— A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed. Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward, But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;