TO ONE TO WHOM HE HAD BEEN UNJUST <br />If I was angry once that you refused <br />The bread I asked and offered me a stone, <br />Deeming the rights of bounty thus abused <br />And my poor beggary but trampled on, <br />Believe me now I would that wrong atone <br />With such submission as a heart can show, <br />Asking no bread of life but that alone <br />Your dear heart proffered and my pride let go. <br />Give me your help, your pity, what you will, <br />Your pardon for a sin, your act of grace <br />For a rebellion vanquished and undone, <br />The stone I once refused, that precious stone <br />Your friendship, so my thoughts may serve you still <br />Even if I never more behold your face.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iii-gods-and-false-gods-lxxiii/
