The Song Of A Felon's Wife

The brand is on thy brow, A dark and guilty spot; 'Tis ne'er to be erased! 'Tis ne'er to be forgot!

The brand is on thy brow! Yet I must shade the spot: For who will love thee now, If I love thee not?

Thy soul is dark, — is stained; — From out the bright world thrown; By God and man disdained, But not by me, — thy own!

Oh! even the tiger slain Hath one who ne'er doth flee, Who soothes his dying pain! — That one am I to thee!

Жена каторжного (Корнуолл/Михайлов) Подруга ссыльного (Корнуолл/Минаев)