The Broken Wing/Atonement

​Atonement

Deep in a lonely garden on the hill,
  Lulled by the low sea-tides,
A shadow set in shadows, soft and still,
  A wandering spirit glides,
 Smiting its pallid palms and making moan
 O let my Love atone!

Deep in a lonely garden on the hill
  Among the fallen leaves
A shadow lost in shadows, vague and chill,
  A wandering spirit grieves.
 Beating its pallid breast and making moan
 O let my Death atone!

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