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POEMS.
Forgive me, many days there are
Since then.—Do those a whole life leaven?
And you and I have drifted far,
Though not, perhaps, much nearer heaven.
Forgive me, dearest, not because
Years certain suffering have brought me—
Not for the sake of what I was—
But for the sake of what you thought me.
Since then.—Do those a whole life leaven?
And you and I have drifted far,
Though not, perhaps, much nearer heaven.
Forgive me, dearest, not because
Years certain suffering have brought me—
Not for the sake of what I was—
But for the sake of what you thought me.
C. D.
