THE heart knoweth? If this be true indeed <br />Then the thing that I bear in my bosom is not a heart; <br />For it knows no more than a hollow, whispering reed <br />That answers to every wind. <br />I am sick of the thing! I think we had better part. <br /> <br />My heart will come to any piper's calling, <br />A fool in motley that dances for any king; <br />But my body knows, and its tears unbidden falling <br />Say that my heart has sinned. <br />You would have my heart? You may. I am sick of the thing.<br /><br />Aline Murray Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-knoweth-its-own-bitterness-2/
