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The New Remorse (Author: Oscar Wilde)
- 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.