There let thy bleeding branch atone āàFor every torturing tear. Shall my young sins, my sins alone, āàBe everlasting here? Who bade thee keep that carvèd name āàA pledge for memory? As if oblivion ever came āàTo breathe its bliss on me; As if through all the 'wildering maze āàOf mad hours left behind I once forgot the early days āàThat thou wouldst call to mind |