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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374077" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374077" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">_From the Portuguese._</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374077" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HEAVY my heart is, heavy to carry,<br>Full of soft foldings, of downy enwrapments--<br>And the outer fold of all is love,<br>And the next soft fold is love,<br>And the next, finer and softer, is love again;<br>And were they unwound before the eyes<br>More folds and more folds and more folds would unroll<br>Of love--always love,<br>And, quite at the last,<br>Deep in the nest, in the soft-packed nest,<br>One last fold, turned back, would disclose<br>You, little heart of my heart,<br>Laid there so warm, so soft, so soft,<br>Not knowing where you lie, nor how softly,<br>Nor why your nest is so soft,<br>Nor how your nest is so warm.<br>You, little heart of my heart,<br>You lie in my heart,<br>Warm, safe and soft as this body of yours,<br>This dear kissed body of yours that lies<br>Here in my arms and sucks the strength from my breast,<br>The strength you will break my heart with one of these days.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a></strong></div>

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