The Deep Heart

THE inconsistencies of the deep heart
Astonish goodness with their curious forms
And ways. Think how the deep heart sometimes knows
Exhilaration in night thunderstorms
Yet the next evening will contract in gloom
Because one raindrop settles on the glass;
Think how that heart dislikes the winter yet
Is glad with first dead leaves upon the grass;
Think how it shivers when a dog is killed
Yet leaps in exultation when the word
Comes that some great man suddenly has died;
Think of its sadness now that faith is blurred
With doubt, and think how that despair will run
Before a cat curled sleeping in the sun.