Conscience and Remorse
“good-bye,” I said to my Conscience—
“Good-bye for aye and aye;”
And I put her hands off harshly,
And turned my face away:
And Conscience, smitten sorely,
Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace:
And I cried, “Come back, my Conscience,
I long to see thy face;”
But Conscience cried, “I cannot,—
Remorse sits in my place.”