Poems (Craik)/Too Late
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TOO LATE.
"Douglas, Douglas, tendir and treu."
OULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, In the old likeness that I knew, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. Never a scornful word should grieve ye, I 'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do;— Sweet as your smile on me shone ever, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.
O to call back the days that are not! My eyes were blinded, your words were few Do you know the truth now up in heaven, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true?
I never was worthy of you, Douglas; Not half worthy the like of you: Now all men beside seem to me like shadows— I love you, Douglas, tender and true.
Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Dougla Drop forgiveness from heaven like dew; As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.