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...SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND |