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Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Found--as I rushed through the great worlds mart,
   In a race for gold and a pleasure quest,
A passionate, throbbing human heart
   Suddenly found in my breast.

I had always laughed at the foolish word;
   I had said aloud in my boasting glee,
That never a heart in my bosom stirred,
   That my brain governed me.

I was proud with the sense of my might and power
   It is will, not heart that wins, I said.
But I suddenly found one sad, strange hour
   That the strength of my will had fled.

For up in my breast there rose supreme
   A strong mans heart, and all on fire:
Drunk with the wine of a wild, sweet dream,
   And tortured with desire.

It is tossed with hope, and fear, and doubt,
   It is mad with the fever of loves unrest,
I wish to God I could pluck it out--
   This heart I found in my breast.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
  1. The Birth of the Opal
  2. The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain)
  3. The Chain
  4. The Coming Man
  5. At Forty-Eight

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Dante Rossetti Found ("THERE is a budding morrow in midnight")

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