Forgiveness
Lady, I beg you grant me forgiveness;
I fear that I have done you a great harm.
Beguiled at my weakest by Morpheus,
I was taken in by his midnight charm.
Alas! For I had dreamt that you loved me,
And I pray you do not hold me to blame;
For all that I had dared aspire to see,
Were your gentle lips tasting of my name.
Lady I hold you in a great esteem,
So, I offered my admission in this;
For my irrationally hopeful dream,
Of some forlorn and impossible bliss.
I shall ne’er hate you for what you may do,
Should your drawn water fly, and a stag’s horns I grew.
T



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