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Found -- as I rushed through the great world's mart, / In a race for gold and a pleasure quest, / A passionate, throbbing human heart / Suddenly found in my breast.
I had always laughed at the foolish word; / I had said aloud in my boasting glee, / That never a heart in my bosom stirred, / That my _brain_ governed me.
I was proud with the sense of my might and power / 'It is will, not heart that wins,' I said. / But I suddenly found one sad, strange hour / That the strength of my will had fled.
For up in my breast there rose supreme / A strong man's heart, and all on fire: / Drunk with the wine of a wild, sweet dream, / And tortured with desire.
It is tossed with hope, and fear, and doubt, / It is mad with the fever of love's unrest, / I wish to God I could pluck it out -- / This heart I found in my breast.