Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

(23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)

Punctilio - Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o’er precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho’ I felt a secret fear
To lose what never can be lost,—
Her faith who still delights me most!
So shall I be more than true,
Ever in my ageing new.
So dull habit shall not be
Wrongly call’d Fidelity.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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