Her face is full of silent Pain — Forgive my foolish tongue; I with my one desire in life, To praise our love in song. If I should do this thing again, Lord, let Thy vengeance come; Take back Thy precious gift of song, And strike me cold and dumb! If I again forget her love, And utter words of blame, Let my own mother from her grave Rise up, and cry — 'For shame!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW SONNET: 9. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY by JOHN MILTON THE MORAL FABLES: THE SHEEP AND THE DOG by AESOP PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 22. AL-BASIT by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 9. AL-HATHIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |