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Am I allowed now,
After I thought—and then,
Did with her, even again,
The forbidden—am I allowed
Now, to think of her? How
Can I not? For this is not
Thinking—no, it is memory’s
Involuntary joy—and I remember her a lot.
Tell me, can it still be a sin, after the sinning is past,
And she is gone, or old, or stubborn in hate,
To remember her again and again?
And I don’t have to wait? And I don’t have to wait?
The shadows around her long hair in the pool,
And I, a fool, and she, a fool?
Now that I have sinned, I don’t have to wait?
Yes! According to God, yes, I can think how
I loved her and love her now.
