When I was young and fancy free <br />I hung my heart upon a tree; <br /> <br />And there an arrow found its mark - <br />My heart it bled from morn to dark; <br /> <br />'Til Night consoled the tremulous thing <br />And taught it once again to sing.<br /><br />Mill Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gen-my-heart-it-bled/
