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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A Woman’s Sonnets: X
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Love, ere I go, forgive me each least wrong,
 Each trouble I unwittingly have wrought.
 My heart, my life, my tears to thee belong;
 Yet have I erred, maybe, through too fond thought.
 One sin, most certainly, I need to atone:
 The sin of loving thee while yet unwooed.
 Mine only was this wrong, this guilt alone.
 The woman tempted thee from ways of good.
 Forgive me too, ere thy dear pity cease,
 That I denied thee, vexed thee with delay,
 Sought my soul`s coward shelter, not thy peace,
 And having won thee still awhile said nay.
 Forgive me this, that I too soon, too late,
 Too wholly gave a love disconsolate.
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