“Well, I had wasted my boyhood, true,
But it was for you,
You had poets enough on the shelf,
I gave you myself!
Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, I know;
Poets’ hearts break so.
But strange that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny ivory cell
God’s Heaven and Hell.”

Jul 9 -

“Well, I had wasted my boyhood, true,

But it was for you,

You had poets enough on the shelf,

I gave you myself!

Well, if my heart must break,

Dear love, for your sake,

It will break in music, I know;

Poets’ hearts break so.

But strange that I was not told

That the brain can hold

In a tiny ivory cell

God’s Heaven and Hell.”

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

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