Fragments of sin are a part of me. New brooms shall sweep clean the heart of me. Shall they? Shall they? When this light life shall have passed away, God shall redeem me, a castaway. Shall He? Shall He? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN-OF-WAR HAWK by HERMAN MELVILLE A DEAD HARVEST (IN KENSINGTON GARDENS) by ALICE MEYNELL THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG [JULY 3, 1863] by WILL HENRY THOMPSON A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO MY FRIENDS, WHO RIDICULED A TENDER LEAVE-TAKING by MATTHEW ARNOLD |