REPARATION - Charles I Poems


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For Pamela

For that one angry word I spoke,
     And for her wild surprise,
Through the long night, the still night,
     I watch with sleepless eyes.

In the lone hour, the dark hour,
     Come back her grief and pain,
Again, her great and frightened eyes,
     Her tears that ran like rain.

Then she was in my arms again,
     Weeping against my breast:
In the grey house, the dim house
     It will not let me rest.

For that one wrong I did, O child
     Quick to forgive, forget,
In the dim light, the owl's light,
     'Tis I remember yet.