Forgiveness
" O thy flamed cheek,
Those locks with weeping wet,
Eyes that, forlorn and meek,
On mine are set.
" Poor hands, poor feeble wings,
Folded, a-droop, O sad!
See, 'tis my heart that sings
To make thee glad.
" My mouth breathes love, thou dear.
All that I am and know
Is thine. My breast — draw near:
Be grieved not so! "
Those locks with weeping wet,
Eyes that, forlorn and meek,
On mine are set.
" Poor hands, poor feeble wings,
Folded, a-droop, O sad!
See, 'tis my heart that sings
To make thee glad.
" My mouth breathes love, thou dear.
All that I am and know
Is thine. My breast — draw near:
Be grieved not so! "
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