No broken hearts for me, I bragged, I'll purchase right today A frilly make-believe one To wear upon display... Ah, me! it was entrancing That heart-made-to-deceive: Almost too slight and airy, Yet so gay upon my sleeve!... But my hidden heart is aching In a strange foreboding way -- Does it really fear, I wonder, That I'll keep it hid away? Will it never stop insisting (What nonsense to conceive!), "He loves the mask of frippery You flaunt upon your sleeve!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE VISIONARY by EMILY JANE BRONTE I, TOO by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES KINDNESS TO ANIMALS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE WEDDING DAY; OR, THE BUCCANEER'S CURSE; A FAMILY LEGEND by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |