THE Angel with the Book That holds each word and deed, On my page let me look; And as I blushed to read, -- "Three things," the Angel said, "I may blot out for thee." I bowed in thought my head -- Now which ones should they be? "Blot this!" -- "No, that!" came quick, As still new conscience woke; Till all the leaf was thick With blackening blur and stroke. "'T were better as I live," I cried in my despair, "To blot the whole, and give A new page otherwhere!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN |