C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Lethe
By Edith Matilda Thomas (1854–1925)
From ‘Fair Shadow Land’
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They met. Awhile mute Sorrow held him thrall.
Then broke he forth in spirit words and sighs:—
“Great was my sin, but at my contrite call
Came pardon and the hope of Paradise;
If this be Heaven, thy blessing on me fall!”
She looked. Peace filled her unremembering eyes;
She knew him not—she had forgotten all.