Blame not my tears, love, to you has been given <br />The brightest, best gift, God to mortals allows; <br />The sunlight of hope on your heart shines from Heaven, <br />And shines from your heart on this life and its woes. <br />Blame not my tears, love, on you her best treasure <br />Kind nature has lavished, oh, long be it yours! <br />For how barren soe'er be the path you now measure, <br />The future still woos you with hands full of flowers. <br />Oh, ne'er be that gift, love, withdrawn from thy keeping! <br />The jewel of life, its strong spirit, its wings; <br />If thou ever must weep, may it shine through thy weeping, <br />As the sun his warm rays through a spring shower flings. <br />But blame not my tears, love, to me 'twas denied, <br />And when Fate to my lips gave this life's mingled cup, <br />She had filled to the brim, from the dark bitter tide, <br />And forgotten to pour in the only sweet drop.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-apology-17/
