A poor torn heart, a tattered heart
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
The angels, happening that way,
This dusty heart espied;
took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
There, — sandals for the barefoot;
There, — gathered the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
the wandering sails.
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