MY HEART PROSTRATE
My heart, prostrate with agony,
Lies so exhausted here,
It cannot sigh another sigh,
Nor weep another tear.
Lies so exhausted here,
It cannot sigh another sigh,
Nor weep another tear.
But all the same th' undying worm
Is busy with his prey,
Is busy with the hidden harm
That works unseen decay.
Is busy with his prey,
Is busy with the hidden harm
That works unseen decay.
I perished long and long ago
In heart and soul and mind;
The body, unsubdued, by woe
Is lingering still behind.
In heart and soul and mind;
The body, unsubdued, by woe
Is lingering still behind.
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