| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | She loved much | | Hartley Coleridge (1796–1849) |
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SHE sat and wept beside His feet. The weight | |
| Of sin oppressed her heart; for all the blame, | |
| And the poor malice of the worldly shame, | |
| To her was past, extinct, and out of date; | |
| Only the sin remained—the leprous state. | 5 |
| She would be melted by the heat of love, | |
| By fires far fiercer than are blown to prove | |
| And purge the silver ore adulterate. | |
| She sat and wept, and with her untressed hair | |
| Still wiped the feet she was so blest to touch; | 10 |
| And He wiped off the soiling of despair | |
| From her sweet soul, because she loved so much. | |
| I am a sinner full of doubts and fears: | |
| Make me a humble thing of love and tears. | | | | |
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