Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)
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I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief
I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.
Thou canst not bring the old days back again;
For I was happy then,
Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief.
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
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Poems by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge : 13 / 29
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So much said in so few words. A perfect poem. M. E. Coleridge can see my heart.