Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон)
Love’s Forgiveness
I do forgive you for the pain I bear, Though bitter pain is mingled with my bliss; For still I think, while thrilling to your kiss, "He found that other woman much more fair." I read your words, and see, immortal there, Another love--how warm it was to this! And know that from my face you still must miss The beauty that another used to wear. Yet I forgive you, Dear, and bow my head To Destiny, my master and your own,-- He sets the way wherein my feet must tread; And if he give me nothing quite mine own,-- I know some day my heart, so sore bested, Will rest most quietly, and turn to stone.
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