It's An Indian Thing, No One Understands

t's an Indian thing, no one understands

That the heart is a title to infinite wealth

Around its own possessions, with no art

Wherein the strong mind presses to its heart.

Sometimes it melts in a glowering fire;

Sure as the flame of a feather is bound,

And then a baleful light comes to your brow.

Your bones are drawn by the dusky hue.

https://5amily.com/tote-bag/its-an-indian-thing-no-one-understands