Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. I love thee yet!Tranquilla
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Than I had dreamed! I strove to break the chain,
Feeling I had no right to love thee longer;
But, in its greatest agony and pain,
My heart turned to thee, though I scorned and hated
Thy weakness and thy sin. Although, to me,
Thou wert the very thing I most abhorred,
In spite of all my wrath, my agony,
My heart turned to thee, and I could have wept
Hot tears upon thy bosom for my wrongs.
Within thy circling arms I could have slept;
For slumber had been banished from me long.
I do forgive thee,—yet the world I ’d give
Could I forget, even as I forgive.