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Edith Nesbit - Out Of Hope
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IF through the rain and wind along the street, 
    Where the wet stone reflects the flickering gas, 
Some weeping autumn night your wandering feet, 
    Lost in a lonely world, should chance to pass; 
If, passing many doors that welcomed you 
    When robes of good renown your dear name wore, 
Your feet again, as once they used to do, 
            Paused at my door,-- 


Should I shut fast my heart for the old ill, 
    The old wrong done, the sorrow and the sin? 
Or--only knowing that I love you still-- 
    Should I throw wide the door and let you in? 
Come--with your sins--my tears shall wash them all, 
    The heart you broke still waits to be your home. 
Yet if you came. . . . Oh! lost beyond recall 
            You never more will come.
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