My Heart

By Elizabeth Madox Roberts

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.

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