With snow-white veil, and garments as of flame

 

With snow-white veil, and garments as of flame,

  She stands before thee, who so long ago

  Filled thy young heart with passion and the woe

  From which thy song in all its splendors came;

5And while with stern rebuke she speaks thy name,

  The ice about thy heart melts as the snow

  On mountain heights, and in swift overflow

  Comes gushing from thy lips in sobs of shame.

Thou makest full confession; and a gleam

10  As of the dawn on some dark forest cast,

  Seems on thy lifted forehead to increase;

Lethe and Eunoe — the remembered dream

  And the forgotten sorrow — bring at last

  That perfect pardon which is perfect peace.