I wrote your name within my heart
Most carefully—
I never could remember names or faces;
And then, one day,
I lost my heart along the shining places.
I must have let it fall,
Plucking a flower I did not want
And listening to a bird I did not see:
Now would I call—
And you would answer me.
Do hearts have wings?
I am so careless about losing things.
Copyright © 1922 by Leonora Speyer. This poem was first printed in Poetry, Vol. 20, No. 6 (September 1922). This poem is in the public domain.