78 <br /> <br />A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart— <br />That sat it down to rest— <br />Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day <br />Flowed silver to the West— <br />Nor noticed Night did soft descend— <br />Nor Constellation burn— <br />Intent upon the vision <br />Of latitudes unknown. <br /> <br />The angels—happening that way <br />This dusty heart espied— <br />Tenderly took it up from toil <br />And carried it to God— <br />There—sandals for the Barefoot— <br />There—gathered from the gales— <br />Do the blue havens by the hand <br />Lead the wandering Sails.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poor-mdash-torn-heart-mdash-a-tattered-heart/
