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 singsTo make thee glad.'My mouth breathes love, thou dear.All that I am and knowIs thine. My breast—draw near:Be grieved not so!'
'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 singsTo make thee glad.'My mouth breathes love, thou dear.All that I am and knowIs thine. My breast—draw near:Be grieved not so!'
'O thy flamed cheek,Those locks with weeping wet,Eyes that, forlorn and meek,On mine are set.
'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 singsTo make thee glad.
'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 knowIs thine. My breast—draw near:Be grieved not so!'
'My mouth breathes love, thou dear.
All that I am and know
Is thine. My breast—draw near:
Be grieved not so!'