Found

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.