(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.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002


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  • John McPartlan (3/27/2006 12:46:00 PM)

    So much said in so few words. A perfect poem. M. E. Coleridge can see my heart.

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