What you would say. There’s no offence;
Naught to forgive. There take[5] my hand.
We now are friends. In confidence
The story of a broken life,
Before the doctor comes, I’ll tell:
Of how I shunned[6] the cold world’s strife
And sought a quiet convent cell.
Far back[7] in life I loved a man,
A gen’rous, noble heart and true:
And he loved me as only can,