The heart of a woman

Florence Beatrice Price

The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn

As a lone bird, soft winging so restlessly on.

Afar o'er life's turrets and vales does it roam.

In the wake of those echoes, the heart calls home.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night

And enters some alien cage in its plight,

And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars

While it breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.