Love
My Heart
From Aftermath
Love
I gave you my heart for your own to rest on,
When the night was wild
Round your life, poor child, —
My lily, by rain and darkness prest on.
You broke my heart with your weight of sorrow;
But it failed not, Dear,
Till the day shone clear,
And storms no longer assailed your morrow.
Cite this poem
MLA
Marston, Philip Bourke. “My Heart.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/marston_pb/470/.
Chicago
Marston, Philip Bourke. “My Heart.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/marston_pb/470/.
Read this poem with the Codex →