Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, <br />In the old likeness that I knew, <br />I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, <br />Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. <br />Never a scornful word should grieve ye, <br />I'd smile on ye sweet as the angels do: <br />Sweet as your smile on me shone ever, <br />Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. <br />Oh, to call back the days that are not! <br />My eyes were blinded, your words were few: <br />Do you know the truth now, up in heaven, <br />Douglas, Douglas, tender and true? <br />I never was worthy of you, Douglas; <br />Not half worthy the like of you: <br />Now all men beside seem to me like shadows - <br />I love you, Douglas, tender and true. <br />Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas, <br />Drop forgiveness from heaven like dew; <br />As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas, <br />Douglas, Douglas, tender and true!<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late-90/
