Show Sonnet When she comes home And if she never come There is is no need To picture my hearts heart's breaking Those Those- dear eyes Heavy with shame yet never shall surprise Reproach in in mine There is no call There is no call to plead She is is mine mine always and what should I heed I do not feel it my place to chastise Nor to forgive There is no call cal for lies Ill I'll hold her to my heart as mine indeed I look to see her after every knock To take her in my arms lift up her face And push her hair back hack there was always some Enchantment in m one little wayward lock And her white forhead is the first dear place I mean to kiss Aud Alid if she never come Harvard Advocate |