Thy Heart Belongs To Me
Oh speak thee not thy words of love
Lest thee act them out in deed
For never has a harvest grown
Twas sown with empty seed
And shallow be the minds of men
Whom themselves alone do please
So place upon my lips my love
A kiss for only me
Then walk along the narrow path
For all the world to see
Then time alone shall finally tell
Thy heart belongs to me
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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