FOR all ill words that I have spoken, For all clear moods that I have broken, For all despite and hasty breath, Forgive me, Love, forgive me, Death. Death, master of the great assize, Love, falling now to memories, You two alone I need to prove, Forgive me, Death, forgive me, Love. For every tenderness undone, For pride when holiness was none But only easy charity, O Death, be pardoner to me. For stubborn thought that would not make Measure of love's thought for love's sake, But kept a sullen difference, Take, Love, this laggard penitence. For cloudy words too vainly spent To prosper but in argument, When truth stood lonely at the gate, On your compassion, Death, I wait. For all the beauty that escaped This foolish brain, unsung, unshaped, For wonder that was slow to move, Forgive me, Death, forgive me, Love. For love that kept a secret cruse, For life defeated of its dues, This latest word of all my breath -- Forgive me, Love, forgive me, Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN BEAUTY MAKES US HAPPY by PHILIP AYRES PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE SEA DREAM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |