Absolvo Te by Gilbert Parker — Read

I read your truth. You read -- What did you read?

Did you read all, and, reading all, forgive?

How I -- O little dwarf of conscience sieve / My soul; bare all before her bare indeed!

And, looking on the remnant and the waste, / Can you absolve me, -- me, the doubter, one / Who challenged what God spent His genius on, / His genius and His pride; so fair, so chaste?

I am ashamed. And when I told my dreams, / Shaken and humble, -- "Dear, there was no cause,"

Your words; proud, sorrowful, as it beseems

Such as thou art. There never was a cause / Why you should honour me. Ashamed am I.

And you forgive me, bless me, for reply.