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The New Remorse (Author: Oscar Wilde)

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1. • 1] THE sin was mine; I did not understand.
     2] So now is music prisoned in her cave,
     3] Save where some ebbing desultory wave
     4] Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.
     5] And in the withered hollow of this land
     6] Hath Summer dug herself so deep a grave,
     7] That hardly can the leaden willow crave
     8] One silver blosaom from keen Winter's hand.
   • 9] But who is this who cometh by the shore?
     10] (Nay, love, look up and wonder!) Who is this
     11] Who cometh in dyed garments from the South?
     12] It is thy new-found Lord, and he shal1 kiss
     13] The yet unravished roses of thy mouth,
     14] I shall weep and worship, as before.