THOUGH we repent, can any God give back The dear, lost days we might have made so fair -- Turn false to true, and carelessness to care And let us find again what now we lack? Oh, once, once more to tread the old-time track, The flowers we threw away once more to wear -- Though we repent, can any God give back The dear, lost days we might have made so fair? Who can repulse a stealthy ghost's attack -- Silence a voice that doth the midnight dare -- Make fresh hopes spring from grave-sod of despair -- Set free a tortured soul from memory's rack? Though we repent, can any God give back The dear, lost days we might have made so fair? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 22 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MEMORABILIA by ROBERT BROWNING THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) |