Like a Pebble

Certainly you can forgive me for speaking so frankly, for saying
What I ought not to have said, yet now I can never unsay it;
For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion, 
That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depth like a pebble
Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, 
Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

Heh. Blogger is telling me “spilt” is misspelled. What does Blogger know?

From The Courtship of Miles Standish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

And no. To the best of my knowledge, I have not recently misspoken. I just thought it was a lovely passage and thought you might enjoy it, too.