Heart

Oops, tripped heart of in brutal word, –
Like a sharp stone, hit hard –
Wept dry-eyed, mutely Zocalo,
To no one heard and no one saw.

Chilled heart is not rain fall
And winds prickly, and hearts indifferent.
Who will help this in our medicine ?
And cry violin and it odoia.

That has survived, remember will,
Let him condemn for gray hair who !
Thinks, suffers, pounding in the chest
Four chambers, just a pump.