A Wish

Could I roll off two heavy years That lie on me like lead; And see you past their cloudy tears, Nor dream that you are dead.

I would not touch your lips, your hair, Your breast, that once were mine; Ah! not for me in Faith’s despair Love’s sacramental wine.

Find you I must for only this In some new earth or heaven, To bare my sorry heart, and kiss Your feet and be forgiven.