Not such thy sleep in my embrace reclining, <br />Thy lips to mine in guilty kisses prest; <br />Nor did I slumber thus in prison pining, <br />My lifeless babe lay cold upon my breast. <br />My mother, too, forbade the welcome rest, <br />My slaughtered brother stood in wrath beside me; <br />And when thou cam'st, whom ever I loved best, <br />I called upon the deep, deep grave to hide me. <br />And canst thou sleep, destroyer? Yet, oh, sleep! <br />No painful vigils would I have thee keep. <br /> <br />'Tis well thou hast forgotten me-'tis well; <br />Man will forget, but erring woman-never. <br />The thought of him she lov'd must live and dwell <br />Warm in her soul for ever and for ever; <br />Her heart from his no earthly power can sever; <br />Ransomed by death, and all its sins forgiven, <br />To break that link would be a vain endeavour; <br />Love, love like mine still haunts the soul in heaven. <br />Restless I leave the realms of azure air <br />To sympathise with thee in thy despair.<br /><br />Peter John Allan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/address-of-the-spirit-of-margaret-to-faust/
