XXI.
And I walked as if apart From myself, when I could stand, And I pitied my own heart, As if I held it in my hand-- Somewhat coldly, with a sense Of fulfilled benevolence, And a "Poor thing" negligence.
And I walked as if apart From myself, when I could stand, And I pitied my own heart, As if I held it in my hand-- Somewhat coldly, with a sense Of fulfilled benevolence, And a "Poor thing" negligence.