Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Found

Found--as I rushed through the great world’s 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 man’s 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 love’s unrest,
I wish to God I could pluck it out--
   This heart I found in my breast.

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Black Charger
3. All the World
4. At Set of Sun
5. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)

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

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