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Arthur Symons - The Desire Of The Heart
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Heart, is there anything to desire? 
Feet, is there anywhere to go? 
A way for the feet, where the winds blow 
The dust: from the heart, and a way for the heart 
Where the kindness of love shall never tire, 
Nor the feet be tired with the length of the way? 
Shall the heart Stay and the feet stay, 
And the voice of the wind crying: Depart?
 
O my heart, O my feet, rest, be at rest! 
They are tired, they are tired of wandering. 
O my heart, O my feet, is there anything 
Worth the desire out of all that is? 
Wandering ones, quiet is best 
Cover the thoughts and the voices deep 
And let me bind my feet with a sleep. 
And blind my heart with a sleepy kiss!
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