
The speaker leaves her heart hidden in a lovely hawthorn tree amid blooming boughs. Its crimson roses, shifting in colour from blush to glow, are asked to reveal its secret to a beloved “thee.” The heart is imagined as wearing a fragile rose-red robe of spring, silent and asleep like something tired, dreaming of new songs that it will one day sing for the beloved.
By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1905 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry, Nature Poetry · 145 words
My heart is in the hawthorn tree. / I left it in the lovely house, / Hidden among the blooming boughs. / And every little crimson rose, / That blushes, reddens, pales or glows, / Shall give its secret up to thee! / My heart is in the hawthorn tree.
My heart is in the hawthorn tree! / It wears a fragile, rose-red dress: / A robe of spring-time loveliness. / It has forgot its songs to sing, / And sleepeth like a tired thing, -- / To dream new songs, to sing to thee. -- / My heart is in the hawthorn-tree.
The Sleeping Heart is listed on Textopian as a poem by Marie Van Vorst, dated 1905 CE.
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romance · social drama · women's fiction · early twentieth-century fiction · American literature · English-language novel · love and courtship · marriage · social class · wealth · society life · emotional conflict