by Arthur Symons (1865 - 1945)

The sick heart
Language: English 
O sick heart, be at rest!
Is there nothing that I can do
To quiet your crying in my breast?
Will nothing comfort you?

"I am sick of a malady
There is but one thing can assuage:
Cure me of youth, and, see,
I will be wise in age!"

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 49