His Recantation.

A poem by Robert Herrick

Love, I recant,
And pardon crave
That lately I offended;
But 'twas,
To make a brave,
But no disdain intended.

No more I'll vaunt,
For now I see
Thou only hast the power
To find
And bind
A heart that's free,
And slave it in an hour.

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