The Broken Wing/The Sins of Love

​6. The Sins of Love

Forgive me the sin of mine eyes,O Love, if they dared for a spaceInvade the dear shrine of your faceWith eager, insistent delight,Like wild birds intrepid of flightThat raid the high sanctuaried skies—O pardon the sin of mine eyes!
Forgive me the sin of my hands. . . .Perchance they were bold overmuchIn their tremulous longing to touchYour beautiful flesh, to caress,To clasp you, O Love, and to blessWith gifts as uncounted as sands . . . O pardon the sin of my hands!
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Forgive me the sin of my mouth,O Love, if it wrought you a wrong,With importunate silence or songAssailed you, encircled, oppress'd,And ravished your lips and your breastTo comfort its anguish of drouthO pardon the sin of my mouth!
Forgive me the sin of my heart,If it trespassed against you and stroveTo lure or to conquer your loveIts passionate love to appease,To solace its hunger and easeThe wound of its sorrow or smartO pardon the sin of my heart!
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