It would be easy to forgive, If I could but remember; If I could hear, lost love of mine, The music of your cruelties, Shaking to sound the silent skies, Could voice with them their song divine, Red with pain's leaping ember: It would be easy to forgive, If I could but remember. It would be easy to forget, If I could find lost Sorrow; If I could kiss her plaintive face, And break with her her bitter bread, Could share again her woeful bed, And know with tears her pale embrace. Make yesterday, to-morrow: It would be easy to forget, If I could find lost Sorrow. This poem is in the public domain. |
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