O WAVE and wind! O bee and chanting bird, O angels, making harmony in Heaven, What music have ye like that single word Reserved for mortal ears, the word Forgiven! But if again we own the sins of youth, Rewrite the bitter script which Love had riven, Then worst of all intolerable shames, Most poignant of reproaches is—"Forgiven!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS THE INCHCAPE ROCK by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA EDONI: THE WORSHIP OF COTYS by AESCHYLUS THE BOTTOM DRAWER by MARY A. BARR |