Poems (Greenwood)/The lost heart

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THE LOST HEART. 
"Say, have you found the heart I lost  As you and I, last night, The fragrant, new-mown meadow crossed,  Beneath the sweet starlight?"
"I have a heart; but ere I show it,  'T is fair thou shouldst define The private marks by which thou 'lt know it;  No doubt the heart is thine."
"Well, 't was not hard, nor very strong,  A loving, little heart, Filled with sweet raptures and wild song, But all unskilled in art.
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"'Twas like, in its free, joyous youth,  A bird upon the wing,—A worshipper of love, and truth,  And every blessed thing."
"Well, here 's the heart, so fond and true,— I never could forsake it; Yet rightfully belongs to you  The priceless gem,—then take it."
"I thank you, Sir. But hold, look here!  I said my heart was small;This great, warm, throbbing heart, 't is clear, Is not my heart at all!
"Aha, a roguish plunderer thou!  So this nice heart is thine!No matter though, I 'll keep it now,  'T is most as good as mine."
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