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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
MY HEART.
I gave you my heart for your own to rest on,
When the night was wild
Round your life, poor child,—
My lily, by rain and darkness prest on.
When the night was wild
Round your life, poor child,—
My lily, by rain and darkness prest on.
You broke my heart with your weight of sorrow;
But it failed not, Dear,
Till the day shone clear,
And storms no longer assailed your morrow.
But it failed not, Dear,
Till the day shone clear,
And storms no longer assailed your morrow.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |