The pathos of our days together filled me
With a new wonder—flooding on me came
A host of memories, as to one long dead,
Lifted beyond his living; till all seemed
Marvellous and immortal and benign.
And now
The hour was come. Beside your quiet breast
I begged forgiveness for my many sins
Done to you, though unwitting—all the hurt—
In a swift prayer, and even for this last—