Poems (Chandler)/Love's Forgiveness
DO forgive you for the pain I bear,
Though bitter pain is mingled with my bliss,
And still I think, though thrilling to your kiss,—
"He found that other woman much more fair:"
I read your words, and see depicted there
Another love,—how warm it was to this!—
How surely, loving, I must always miss
The beauty that another used to wear!
Yet I forgive you, dear, and bow my head
To Destiny, my master and your own,—
He sets the way wherein my feet must tread,
And, if he give me nothing quite mine own,
I think some day my heart, so sore bested,
Will rest most quietly, and turn to stone.
LOVE'S FORGIVENESS.
DO forgive you for the pain I bear,Though bitter pain is mingled with my bliss,
And still I think, though thrilling to your kiss,—
"He found that other woman much more fair:"
I read your words, and see depicted there
Another love,—how warm it was to this!—
How surely, loving, I must always miss
The beauty that another used to wear!
Yet I forgive you, dear, and bow my head
To Destiny, my master and your own,—
He sets the way wherein my feet must tread,
And, if he give me nothing quite mine own,
I think some day my heart, so sore bested,
Will rest most quietly, and turn to stone.