She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight Of sin oppressed her heart; for all the blame, And the poor malice of the worldly shame, To her was past, extinct, and out of date, Only the sin remained, -- the leprous state; She would be melted by the heart of love, By fires far fiercer than are blown to prove And purge the silver ore adulterate. She sat and wept, and with her untressed hair Still wiped the feet she was so blessed to touch; And He wiped off the soiling of despair From her sweet soul, because she loved so much. I am a sinner, full of doubts and fears: Make me a humble thing of love and the tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO FLUSH, MY DOG by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MY FATHER by WILLIAM SYDNEY GRAHAM SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART DEAD IN HIS BED by ADDIE LUCIA BALLOU |