MUST I endure with nothing to forgive, Who did a shade wrong thee? Oh love, an instant less than perfect live, A little injure me. Wound me at last. For once a word of mine Thy service did forsake. Deal harshly now, lest all of me that's thine Be but the amends I make. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |