Poetry of Rufus A. Ratchford (1849-1932)
Only Thine This Heart
Thine only thine this heart--
And how it beats for thee,
And when it beats, it doth enshrine
Each smile and word and look of thine
In its deep chance by.
Thine only thine this heart--
In constant some may be
But, ah! no change its pulse can prove
Thought sumers glow or winter's shade
It throbs and breaks for thee.
Thine only thine this heart--
As river weeds the sea
So my life gloweth in to thine
Like water mingling with rich wine
Till naught I am but thine.
Thine only thine this heart--
Through all now and to be
While others live to know some change
And o'er new form or matter range
Still beats my heart for thee.
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