Author Samuel J. Imber A word reposes in my heart, it is new and free and pious; I cannot utter it, I am still mute for it . Someone else will say it in many years to come. Yet the word is mine ā I have only been mute . 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