ToHi sHe a r tby Richard Le Gallienne.SO many times the heart can break,So many ways—Yet beat along and beat along,So many days.A fluttering thing we never see,And only hearWhen some stern doctor to our sidePresses his ear.Strange hidden thing that beats and beats,We know not why,And makes us live, though we, indeed,Would rather die.Mysterious, fighting, loving thing—So sad, so true!I would my laughing eyes some dayMight look on you.
by Richard Le Gallienne.
SO many times the heart can break,So many ways—Yet beat along and beat along,So many days.A fluttering thing we never see,And only hearWhen some stern doctor to our sidePresses his ear.Strange hidden thing that beats and beats,We know not why,And makes us live, though we, indeed,Would rather die.Mysterious, fighting, loving thing—So sad, so true!I would my laughing eyes some dayMight look on you.
SO many times the heart can break,So many ways—Yet beat along and beat along,So many days.
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O many times the heart can break,
So many ways—
Yet beat along and beat along,
So many days.
A fluttering thing we never see,And only hearWhen some stern doctor to our sidePresses his ear.
A fluttering thing we never see,
And only hear
When some stern doctor to our side
Presses his ear.
Strange hidden thing that beats and beats,We know not why,And makes us live, though we, indeed,Would rather die.
Strange hidden thing that beats and beats,
We know not why,
And makes us live, though we, indeed,
Would rather die.
Mysterious, fighting, loving thing—So sad, so true!I would my laughing eyes some dayMight look on you.
Mysterious, fighting, loving thing—
So sad, so true!
I would my laughing eyes some day
Might look on you.