A Singer of Heart
A singer of heart am I
As go I singing of heart
Wherefrom originate the songs of mine.
What it is in my heart, what it is in yours
Can feel I,
How the joys, how the sorrows of yours—
This much can feel I.
A singer of heart am I
As go I singing the songs of heart,
Humming and whistling all the ways,
As my love your love, yours mine.
If something wets you, depresses and saddens,
It also saddens me,
If something marauds the spirit and poor self of yours,
It also that of mine.
As you know it not, my love your love,
Your beating my beating,
The beating of my heart,
Your love my love.
And the songs that sing I are the song of heart,
My heart,
Your heart,
My love, your love.
And as thus go I singing, weeping and wiping all alone
As your depression the cause of my sorrow,
As your silent weeping and bearing
The cause of my anxiety.
A singer of heart am I
As sing I
When the heart fills with emotions and feelings,
When I yearn to put them before.
And the songs that sing I
Carry the pains and pines of your heart,
The sweet sorrows of yours
What it ails you.
