Author Walter de la Mare How blind 'twas to be harsh, I know — And to be harsh to thee ; To let one hour in anger go, And unforgiven be! And now — O idiot tongue to dart That venomed fang, nor heed Not thine but mine the stricken heart Shall never cease to bleed. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments