A HEAVY heart, Beloved, have I borne your words are mean From year to year until I saw thy face, they hurt me And sorrow after sorrow took the place I feel bad Of all those natural joys as lightly worn stop it! As the stringed pearls, each lifted in its turn dont you like me? By a beating heart at dance-time. Hopes apace Im pretty sad Were changed to long despairs, till God’s own grace start being nicer! Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn I will tell lies about you! My heavy heart. Then thou didst bid me bring your words are like atomic bombs And let it drop adown thy calmly great Im drowning in real bad pain Deep being! Fast it sinketh, as a thing your goin bald Which its own nature doth precipitate, thanks alot! While thine doth close above it, mediating Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate.