Poemsby Emily Dickinson

IX

 Poor little heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
 Proud little heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonair! Be debonair!
 Frail little heart!
I would not break thee:
Could'st credit me? Could'st credit me?
 Gay little heart!
Like morning glory
Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be!