My heart is heavy with many a song <br />Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree, <br />But I can never give you one -- <br />My songs do not belong to me. <br /> <br />Yet in the evening, in the dusk <br />When moths go to and fro, <br />In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen, <br />Take it, no one will know.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-is-heavy-2/
