Author Theodosia Pickering Garrison The sin I did for Love's sake Lies in the soul of me,And lights me far as some white star Whose strength is purity.The sin I did for Hate's sake— Ah heart, that this should be!—Has bound the feet that would be fleet, The eyes that fain would see. 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