FOUND

Found — as I rushed through the great world's mart,

In a race for gold and a pleasure quest,

A passionate, throbbing human heart

Suddenly found in my breast.

I had always laughed at the foolish word;

I had said aloud in my boasting glee,

That never a heart in my bosom stirred,

That my brain governed me.

I was proud with the sense of my might and power

‘ It is will, not heart that wins,’ I said.

But I suddenly found one sad, strange hour

That the strength of my will had fled.

For up in my breast there rose supreme

A strong man's heart, and all on fire:

Drunk with the wine of a wild, sweet dream,

And tortured with desire.

It is tossed with hope, and fear, and doubt,

It is mad with the fever of love's unrest,

I wish to God I could pluck it out —

This heart I found in my breast.