Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон)
Future Forgiveness
How long wilt thou be silent, lying there? I grieved thee once, and now my heart makes moan, Cries, and thou wilt not answer, turned to stone, And pitiless as stone to my despair: My tears fall on thee, and thou dost not care: Oh! art thou cruel now who wast so kind; Or only to my sorrow deaf and blind-- Gone on beyond the hearing of my prayer? Shall it not be that in thy brighter life I find thee, move thee to some pitying thrill, And win thee by my pleading to forgive? Thou couldst forget past folly and past strife, Seeing, in that new sphere, I love thee still; And thou--didst thou not love thou wouldst not live.
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