 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
THE LOVER'S CONFESSION.
“Come, name my fault!” I said, “that IMay mend it.” So I made reply
To Laura, darling of my heart,
Whom long, in vain, by every art
I tried to force to franker speech.
“Do tell me plainly, I beseech,
For my soul's sake, that while I live
I may repent and Heaven forgive!”
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And, blushing, drooped her lovely head,
As if she feared I might infer
She meant forgetfulness of her.
“And is that all?” I answered. “Well,
I own the world's enchanting spell;
The fault is one I cannot hide;
But ah! 't is not for you to chide;
Still, dearest, let me worldly be,
Since you are ‘all the world’ to me!”
| The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe | |