186 RECORDS OF A HEART. 



of love, — it had shrunk timidly from its noon-tide ray, and now 

 she was doomed to watch the cold shadows of its evening deep- 

 en into the blackness of unbroken night. 



I have selected but one from the many records which mark 

 each epoch of her life. Let me give one more, — the saddest 

 and the last : — 



I have no heart, — I know not where 

 The wild and wayward thing has fled ; 



It lives not in a mortal breast, 

 Nor is it with the dead. 



I have no heart, — too early chilled 



It slumbered, ne'er to wake again, 

 E'en as the frozen traveller sleeps 



Through all life's parting pain. 



I have no heart, — love, hope and joy 



Stir not the current of my life, 

 Nor know I aught of rapture's thrill, 



Nor passion's fearful strife. 



I have no heart, — no power can wake 



My spirit from its heavy trance ; 

 Alike to me are love's sweet smile, 



Or hatred's withering glance. 



I have no heart, — nor would I call 



The restless thing to life once more, 

 E'en if a wish could give me all 



I sought in days of yore. 



