My heart is beating up and down, Is walking like some heavy feet. My heart is going every day, And I can hear it jump and beat. At night before I go to sleep I feel it beating in my head; I hear it jumping in my neck And in the pillow on my bed. And then I make some little words To go along and say with it -- @3The men are sailing home from Troy, And all the lamps are lit. The men are sailing home from Troy, And all the lamps are lit.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE AMERICAN FOREST GIRL by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL LOST ART by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |