Dear love, let this my song fly to you: <br />Perchance forget it came from me. <br />It shall not vex you, shall not woo you; <br />But in your breast lie quietly. <br />Only beware, when once it tarries <br />I cannot coax it from you, then. <br />This little song my whole heart carries, <br />And ne'er will bear it back again. <br />For if its silent passion grieve you, <br />My heart would then too heavy grow;— <br />And it can never, never leave you, <br />If joy of yours must with it go!<br /><br />George Parsons Lathrop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-of-a-song/
