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_From the Portuguese._
HEAVY my heart is, heavy to carry, / Full of soft foldings, of downy enwrapments -- / And the outer fold of all is love, / And the next soft fold is love, / And the next, finer and softer, is love again; / And were they unwound before the eyes / More folds and more folds and more folds would unroll / Of love -- always love, / And, quite at the last, / Deep in the nest, in the soft-packed nest, / One last fold, turned back, would disclose / You, little heart of my heart, / Laid there so warm, so soft, so soft, / Not knowing where you lie, nor how softly, / Nor why your nest is so soft, / Nor how your nest is so warm.
You, little heart of my heart, / You lie in my heart, / Warm, safe and soft as this body of yours, / This dear kissed body of yours that lies / Here in my arms and sucks the strength from my breast, / The strength you will break my heart with one of these days.