Author Robert Herrick Love, I recant, And pardon craveThat lately I offended; But 'twas, Alas! To make a brave,But no disdain intended. No more I'll vaunt, For now I seeThou only hast the power To find And bind A heart that's free,And slave it in an hour. 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