Author Robert Herrick Love, I recant, And pardon crave,That lately I offended, But 'twas, Alas, To make a brave,But no disdaine intended. No more Ile vaunt, For now I see,Thou onely hast the power, To find, And bind A heart that's free,And slave it in an houre. 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