Author Arthur Edward Waite Man's heart is for himself a volume writIn cipher, having no true key to it;And other hearts discourse on every sideLanguage, to which no lips have e'er replied. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments