Pardon.

Tell me, once refreshed,
If you really knew the ancient
Planes of death.

Tell me soul of educated reels,
Of studied solitude and
Surveyed fields.

Tell me, saint, if thou art pleased
You were thrown aft
And soft released.

Tell me humanely if time will teach
That amnesty extended
Will have a goal to reach.

Tell me, wise one, if you care
About the leeward side and sad
Upended souls that shelter there.

Tell me, my love, was it really worth it:
To have endured my seed and not
Quite known the strength to birth it.