A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
The angels, happening that way,
This dusty heart espied;
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, -- gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
A Poor Torn Heart, A Tattered Heart,
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
(1)
Poem topics: god, night, poor, silver, blue, unknown, vision, soft, Valentine's Day, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about A Poor Torn Heart, A Tattered Heart, poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Best Poems of Emily Elizabeth Dickinson