I gave my heart to a woman – <br />I gave it her, branch and root. <br />She bruised, she wrung, she tortured, <br />She cast it under foot. <br /> <br />Under her feet she cast it, <br />She trampled it where it fell, <br />She broke it all to pieces, <br />And each was a clot of hell. <br /> <br />There in the rain and the sunshine <br />They lay and smouldered long; <br />And each, when again she viewed them, <br />Had turned to a living song.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-gave-my-heart-to-a-woman/
