O WAVE and wind! O bee and chanting bird, O angels, making harmony in Heaven, What music have ye like that single word Reserved for mortal ears, the word Forgiven! But if again we own the sins of youth, Rewrite the bitter script which Love had riven, Then worst of all intolerable shames, Most poignant of reproaches is—"Forgiven!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THESEUS, SELECTION by BACCHYLIDES THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |