< Poems (Coates 1916) < Volume II
HEART-ROOM
THE heart has room for gladness,
None for joyless things and dull;
Such a very little sadness
Fills it over-full.
So, with boundless space for loving,
Enmity it deems excess,
Just a little hatred proving
Too great bitterness.
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