Somewhere in France by Isabel Howe Fiske

Somewhere in France my heart is kept
In a soldier’s heart, out there.
Last night I know not where it slept,
My heart, in his heart’s care.

I know not if he slept at all,
My man across the sea.
I do not know if he will fall
Or come back safe to me.

He has my heart. That is my share,
My bit, that I have sent out there.

From: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/13/2#20571886

Date: 1918

By: Isabel Howe Fiske (?-?)

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