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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

My Heart

Elizabeth Madox Roberts

From “Under the Tree”

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—

The 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.