Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Forgiven
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Forgiven.
'Neath lambent lights, where all is sweet perfume, Where purest fragrance from rare flowers exhume, A women lies, in costly casket, fair As poet's dream, and in her golden hair Gleam dewey pearls, and bands of gold, And jewels on her hands so cold And white, and none would ever pause and think To see her lying thus so fair and sweet, a link From other lives was gone, while she tread earth That echoed with her mocking mirth. But list! A priest comes forth, she has been shriven; Ere yet she died, her sins were all forgiven.