English poem
For Me.
by Thomas Winthrop Hall (1862–1900)
I heard her song, Low in the night, From out her casement steal away, Nor thought it wrong To steal a sight Of her—and lo! she knelt to pray.
I heard her say, "Forgive him, Lord; Such as he seems he cannot be." I turned away, Myself abhorred. She prayed—and oh! she prayed for me.