Classic Poem

SHE SPEALS ONCE MORE

B ELOV├êD , you have taught me to forgive, —
Your strong and fervent effort to redeem
Has quickened my dead heart and made it live,
And though I mourn the glory of my dream
I see that my own love was faint and frail
To meet the disillusion of your need.
I could not bear to know that you could fail,
Nor have you lean where you were wont to lead —
But now you lead again. Your deep remorse
Has won my fainting soul to higher flight,
And all the bitter anguish and the loss
Have been the magnets to a purer light.
We, who have fallen but to rise again,
Perchance have won the victory of pain!