Could I roll off two heavy years
That lie on me like lead;
And see you past their cloudy tears,
Nor dream that you are dead.
I would not touch your lips, your hair,
Your breast, that once were mine;
Ah! not for me in Faith’s despair
Love’s sacramental wine.
Find you I must for only this
In some new earth or heaven,
To bare my sorry heart, and kiss
Your feet and be forgiven.