The Broken Wing/Atonement

​Atonement

Deep in a lonely garden on the hill,   Lulled by the low sea-tides, A shadow set in shadows, soft and still,   A wandering spirit glides,  Smiting its pallid palms and making moan  O let my Love atone!
Deep in a lonely garden on the hill   Among the fallen leaves A shadow lost in shadows, vague and chill,   A wandering spirit grieves.  Beating its pallid breast and making moan  O let my Death atone!
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