Little Heartbreak by Ruth Collie

A little Heartbreak, wan and sore, was sitting by herself. A sunbeam / slipped around the door and danced upon a shelf. Though little / Heartbreak knew not why, she ceased, quite suddenly, to cry. Still / little Heartbreak sat alone. "I never will be whole again," thus / said she in her saddest tone, "I never will be healed of pain. " / Then, unannounced, a little breeze that had been playing in the / trees, passed softly over Heartbreak's face, and, lo! of tears there / was no trace. Then when a bird began to sing, and Heartbreak / couldn't help but hear, there happened such a curious thing -- a / silvern echo did appear, enthroned itself in Heartbreak's breast and, / like the bird, sang with sweet zest! So little Heartbreak tossed her / head and laughed to find the world so fair. "It's true," she cried, / "my heart has bled, and I have lived with black despair. But I can't / be quite broken, long -- with sunbeams, zephyrs, and birds' song! "