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 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
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APOLOGY.
Nay, darling, darling, do not frown,
Nor call my words unkind:
For my speech was but an idle jest,
As idle as the wind.
Nor call my words unkind:
For my speech was but an idle jest,
As idle as the wind.
And now that I see your tender heart,
By my thoughtlessness is grieved,
I suffer both for the pain I gave,
And the pain that you received.
By my thoughtlessness is grieved,
I suffer both for the pain I gave,
And the pain that you received.
For if ever I have a thought of you,
That cold or cruel seems.
I have murdered my peace, and robbed my sleep
Of the joy of its happy dreams.
That cold or cruel seems.
I have murdered my peace, and robbed my sleep
Of the joy of its happy dreams.
And when I have brought a cloud of grief
To your sweet face unaware,
Its shadow covers all my sky
With the blackness of despair.
To your sweet face unaware,
Its shadow covers all my sky
With the blackness of despair.
And if in your pillow I have set
But one sharp thorn, alone,
That cruel, careless deed, transplants
A thousand to my own.
But one sharp thorn, alone,
That cruel, careless deed, transplants
A thousand to my own.
I grieve with your grief, I die in your frown,
In your joy alone I live:
And the blow that it pained your heart to feel,
I would break my own to give!
In your joy alone I live:
And the blow that it pained your heart to feel,
I would break my own to give!
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