My heart sings like a bird to-night <br />That flies to its nest in the soft twilight, <br />And sings in its brooding bliss; <br />Ah! I so low, and he so high, <br />What could he find to love? I cry, <br />Did ever love stoop so low as this? <br /> <br />As a miser jealously counts his gold, <br />I sit and dream of my wealth untold, <br />From the curious world apart; <br />Too sacred my joy for another eye, <br />I treasure it tenderly, silently, <br />And hide it away in my heart. <br /> <br />Dearer to me than the costliest crown <br />That ever on queenly forehead shone <br />Is the kiss he left on my brow; <br />Would I change his smile for a royal gem? <br />His love for a monarch's diadem? <br />Change it? Ah, no, ah, no! <br /> <br />My heart sings like a bird to-night <br />That flies away to its nest of light <br />To brood o'er its living bliss; <br />Ah! I so low, and he so high, <br />What could he find to love? I cry, <br />Did ever love stoop so low as this?<br /><br />Marietta Holley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-heart-2/
