THE HEART UNSEEN

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 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.

Mysterious, fighting, loving thing,

So sad, so true —

I would my laughing eyes some day

Might look on you.