English poem
T was not my whole,--and yet the King was there
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
’T was not my whole,—and yet the King was there. A fate hung in the balance. Suddenly My second fell! A burning flush of shame Showed on the man’s pale face. He looked aghast, And cried, “I can’t retract, but I confess My fault, and beg forgiveness of my first.”