Too Late

“Dowglas, Dowglas, tendir and treu” COULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas,   In the old likeness that I knew, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas,   Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. Never a scornful word should grieve ye,   I ’d smile on ye sweet as the angels do; Sweet as your smile on me shone ever,   Douglas, Douglas, tender and true. Oh, to call back the days that are not!   My eyes were blinded, your words were few: Do you know the truth now, up in heaven,   Douglas, Douglas, tender and true? I never was worthy of you, Douglas;   Not half worthy the like of you: Now all men beside seem to me like shadows—   I love you, Douglas, tender and true. Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas,   Drop forgiveness from heaven like dew; As I lay my heart on your dead heart, Douglas,   Douglas, Douglas, tender and true!