The Letter

I write to you! Is more required?
Can lower depths beyond remain?
'Tis in your power now, if desired
To crush me with a just disdain

But if my lot unfortunate
You in the least commiserate
You will not all abandon me
At first, I clung to secrecy

Believe me, of my present shame
You never would have heard the name
If the fond hope I could have fanned
At times, if only once a week
To see you by our fireside stand
To listen to the words you speak
Address to you one single phrase
And then to meditate for days

Of one thing, 'till again we met
'Tis said, you are a misanthrope
In country solitude you mope
And we, an unattractive set

Can hearty welcome give alone
Why did you visit our poor place
Forgotten in the village lone
I never should have seen your face

Believe me, of my present shame
You never would have heard the name
If the fond hope I could have fanned
At times, if only once a week
To see you by our fireside stand
To listen to the words you speak
Address to you one single phrase
And then to meditate for days

To meditate for days
Of one thing



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Spalding
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