Yesterdays — Found

FOUND

Found--as I rushed through the great world's mart, In a race for gold and a pleasure quest, A passionate, throbbing human heart Suddenly found in my breast.

I had always laughed at the foolish word;

I had said aloud in my boasting glee, That never a heart in my bosom stirred, That my _brain_ governed me.

I was proud with the sense of my might and power 'It is will, not heart that wins,' I said.

But I suddenly found one sad, strange hour That the strength of my will had fled.

For up in my breast there rose supreme A strong man's heart, and all on fire: Drunk with the wine of a wild, sweet dream, And tortured with desire.

It is tossed with hope, and fear, and doubt, It is mad with the fever of love's unrest, I wish to God I could pluck it out-- This heart I found in my breast.