The Last Word

THE LAST WORD
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You who once loved me, let me not un- heard
Go from you to the night
Only for old love’s sake I claim the word
That is the dying’s right
Well have you done to turn your eyes from mine
My sin hath locked your door
I touch and taste of friendship’s bread and wine In sacrilege, no more
Not this the punishment I needs must bear, Nor even yet the thought That your old tenderness that was my share
To-day is less than naught
But this my whip of thorns by night and day My penance ever new
Oh, you who once loved me I go my way Still loving you
-Theodosia Garrison