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The Sleeping Heart

Nor sea nor wind can wake
The sleeping heart. At anchor then
It lies, and need not take
Into its last deep fold
The taut world's angry cries.
Asleep but not indifferent
It guards itself from mad alarms
And rests content.

But wait what noise is that?
Hark! hark! the dogs do bark
And beggars sack the town.
New cries on every side are heard,
Pretenders jostle for the crown!

And yet at peace the sleeping heart
Reeks not of strife and sharp debate;
Nor sea nor wind can shake it now,
Nor love's assault can break it now.
Asleep but not indifferent,
It rests content.