The Worst of It

Album cover art for "The Worst of It" by Arthur Somervell

Arthur Somervell - Pop

The Worst of It

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Would it were I had been false, not you! I that am nothing, not you that are all I, never the worse for a touch or two On my speckled hide; not you, the pride Of the day, my swan, that a first fleck's fall On her wonder of white must unswan, undo! But what will God say? Oh, my sweet Think, and be sorry you did this thing Though earth were unworthy to feel your feet There's a heaven above may deserve your love: Should you forfeit heaven for a snapt gold ring And a promise broke, were it just or meet? Dear, I look from my hiding-place Are you still so fair? Have you still the eyes? Be happy! Add but the other grace Be good! Why want what the angels vaunt? I knew you once: but in Paradise If we meet, I will pass nor turn my face

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Credits

Writers
  • Arthur Somervell
  • Robert Browning