| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 66. The Prince |
| | | By Josephine Dodge Daskam |
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| MY heart it was a cup of gold | |
| That at his lip did long to lie, | |
| But he hath drunk the red wine down, | |
| And tossed the goblet by. | |
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| My heart it was a floating bird | 5 |
| That through the world did wander free, | |
| But he hath locked it in a cage, | |
| And lost the silver key. | |
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| My heart it was a white, white rose | |
| That bloomed upon a broken bough, | 10 |
| He did but wear it for an hour, | |
| And it is withered now. | |
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