SONNET Take him, if so you will it, and begone To any place - if so I be not there - Your face and his no more I'll look upon Pot we shall never be again as once we were. Since you are false, and he forgot his vow, Shall desolation have me in its grip Not so - the past- shall be all past and now The future hold some promise on its lip, For the new day has broken forth, and birds sing in the April-blossomed trees of spring, And all you said, are but forgotten words Lost in the new found Joy of everything. I have forgiven you all, both well or ill, so go My soul has found a life, that you will never know.
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