The Heart

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Why are you land to me now,
You who were once so unkind?
I will tell you why you are kind to me now.

Now you have taken away
All that I had, you are land;
You have taken the dreams of my heart away,

I had nothing, only my dreams:
You have found them, hid in my heart;
You have taken nothing, only my dreams.

You are kind to me now I am poor,
I have nothing left in my heart,
You are kind to me only because I am poor.

© Arthur Symons