And they ask pardon for sins sweet indeed.
The last line! How your voice did tremble there,
Caressing lovingly each cadenced sound,
Tonal sonorousness, new, rich, soon found
To weave a magic on the waiting air!
I love you for that subtle sense of art
Where one with me forever is your heart.
XXXVIII
My heart is filled with joy like spring-fed streams
Which bubbling overflow a barren land,